Wild Hemispheres: The Columbiad

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Near and more near the long drawn coasts arise,
Bays stretch their arms and mountains lift the skies,
The lakes, high mounded, point the streams their way,
Slopes, ridges, plains their spreading skirts display,
The vales branch forth, high walk approaching groves,
And all the majesty of nature moves…

O’er the wild hemisphere his glances fly,
Its form unfolding as it still draws nigh,
As all its salient sides force far their sway,
Crowd back the ocean and indent the day…

Columbus traced, with swift exploring eye,
The immense of waves that here exalted lie,
The realms that mound the unmeasured magazine,
The far blue main, the climes that stretch between.
He saw Xaraya’s diamond banks unfold,
And Paraguay’s deep channel paved with gold,
Saw proud Potosi lift his glittering head,
And pour down Plata thro his tinctured bed.
Rich with the spoils of many a distant mine,
In his broad silver sea their floods combine;
Wide over earth his annual freshet strays,
And highland drains with lowland drench repays;
Her thirsty regions wait his glad return,
And drink their future harvest from his urn…

So taught the Saint. The regions nearer drew,
And raised resplendent to their Hero’s view
Rich nature’s triple reign; for here elate
She stored the noblest treasures of her state,
Adorn’d exuberant this her last domain,
As yet unalter’d by her mimic man,
Sow’d liveliest gems, and plants of proudest grace,
And strung with strongest nerves her animated race.

[excerpts from The Columbiad, Book I  by Joel Barlow, published in 1807]
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Their Game but Scanty, and Confined their Space

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Here reigns a prince, whose heritage proclaims
A long bright lineage of imperial names;
Where the brave roll of Incas love to trace
The distant father of their realm and race,
Immortal Capac. He, in youthful pride,
With young Oella his illustrious bride,
Announced their birth divine; a race begun
From heaven, the children of their God the Sun;
By him sent forth a polish’d state to frame,
Crush the fiend Gods that human victims claim,
With cheerful rites their pure devotions pay
To the bright orb that gives the changing day.

On this great plan, as children of the skies,
They plied their arts and saw their hamlets rise.
First of their works, and sacred to their fame.
Yon proud metropolis received its name,
Cusco the seat of states, in peace design’d
To reach o’er earth, and civilize mankind.
Succeeding sovereigns spread their limits far,
Tamed every tribe, and sooth’d the rage of war;Capac
Till Quito bow’d; and all the heliac zone
Felt the same sceptre, and confirm’d the throne.
Near Cusco’s walls, where still their hallow’d isle
Bathes in its lake and wears its verdant smile,
Where these prime parents of the sceptred line
Their advent made, and spoke their birth divine,
Behold their temple stand; its glittering spires
Light the glad waves and aid their father’s fires.
Arch’d in the walls of gold, its portal gleams
With various gems of intermingling beams;
And flaming from the front, with borrow’d ray,butter-indian
A diamond circlet gives the rival day;
In whose bright face forever looks abroad
The labor’d image of the radiant God.
There dwells the royal priest, whose inner shrine
Conceals his lore; tis there his voice divine
Proclaims the laws; and there a cloister’d quire
Of holy virgins keep the sacred fire…

Long have we mark’d the inauspicious reign
That waits our sceptre in this rough domain;
A soil ungrateful and a wayward race,
Their game but scanty, and confined their space.
Where late my steps the southern war pursued,
The fertile plains grew boundless as I view’d;
More numerous nations trod the grassy wild,
And joyous nature more delightful smiled.
No changing seasons there the flowers deform,
No dread volcano and no mountain storm;Capac sm
Rains ne’er invade, nor livid lightnings play,
Nor clouds obscure the radiant King of day.
But while his orb, in ceaseless glory bright,

Rolls the rich day and fires his stars by night,
Unbounded fulness flows beneath his reign,
Seas yield their treasures, fruits adorn the plain;
His melting mountains spread their annual flood,
Night sheds her dews, the day-breeze fans the God.
Tis he inspires me with the vast design
To form those nations to a sway divine;
Destroy the rites of every demon Power,
Whose altars smoke with sacrilegious gore;
To laws and labor teach the tribes to yield,
And richer fruits to grace the cultured field…

Prisoners of the Sun

excerpts from: The Columbiad, Book II  by Joel Barlow

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Somos Un Pueblo Que Camina

Somos un pueblo que camina, y juntos caminando podremos alcanzar
Otra ciudad que no se acaba, sin penas ni tristezas, ciudad de eternidad.
Somos un pueblo que camina, que marcha por el mundo, buscando otra ciudad;
Somos errantes peregrinos en busca de un destino, destino de unidad
Siempre seremos caminantes, pues solo caminando podremos alcanzar
Otra ciudad que no se acaba, sin penas ni tristezas, ciudad de eternidad . . . 
Sufren los hombres mis hermanos, buscando entre las piedras la parte de su pan
Sufren los hombres oprimidos, los hombres que no tienen ni paz ni libertad
Sufren los hombres mis hermanos, más tu vienes con ellos y en ti alcanzarán
otra ciudad que no se acaba, sin penas ni tristezas, ciudad de eternidad . . .

ALTERNATE EXTRA VERSES (version 2)

Danos valor siempre constante, valor en las tristezas, valor en nuestro afán.
Danos la luz de tu Palabra, que guía nuestros pasos en este caminar.
Marcha, Señor, junto a nosotros, pues sólo en tu presencia podremos alcanzar
Otra ciudad que no se acaba, sin penas ni tristezas, ciudad de eternidad.

Dura se hace nuestra marcha, andando entre las sombras
De tanta oscuridad, todos los cuerpos desgastados
Ya sienten el cansancio de tanto caminar.
Pero tenemos la esperanza de que nuestras fatigas al fin alcanzarán,
Otra ciudad que no se acaba, sin penas ni tristeza, ciudad de eternidad.