QUEEN MÓO'S TALISMAN.
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He could at will ascend from solid ground
And float above, while crowds up looked spellbound.
Soon after Sovereign Can, without a throe,
Cay passed away, bewailed by high and low.
Around his flaming pyre, bowed in the dust,
All wept for him in whom they'd put their trust.
Can's first-born son then filled the Pontiff's place;
Thenceforth he would by every means efface
The jealous hatred rankling in Aac's mind;
But he alas! with passion grew more blind;
For now that Móo was Queen, and consort Coh,
Her love he ne'er could win, nor him o'erthrow.
To Móo came other joys with baby lips;
Pure bliss from soft caressing finger tips.
