V.
nd yet again Aac dared his cause to plead,
His hand out reached that Móo might love concede.
Mad! mad! he surely was Can one plant deep
The seed of hate, and then hope love to reap?
Events that Cay had foretold drew near;
For self-willed Aac cast o'er the land dark fear.
Enraged, a pretext he failed not to seek
For war; and soon he caused the soil to reek
With blood of men; for him they bravely fought,
And led by him dire devastation wrought.
When nearly all the land bowed 'neath his sway,
Once more he tried with her to have his way;
By messenger himself would thus demean:
"To Móo, Aac yields, if she will be his queen."
Could mortal strive to rouse with greater zeal
Fierce hate and pity kill? Her fall, his weal,
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