As we pull up the old sunsets from the oceans.
Our vassal, the great Matagi wind, it still catch the prayers of our faithful children—
And yet who am more faithful than the great O Le Langi?’”
[6]. Missionaries.
“O Le Langi,” said I, “I feel sure that the gods have no more faithful servant.”
Lifting his hand aloft as he stared seawards to hide the embarrassment he felt over my praise, he continued:
’Tis I, O Le Langi, who maker children faithful:
I preach on sly to all little ones and old chiefs and chiefesses.
I tell them wonders of shadowland as the evening falls.
The fantoes creeper from huts doors and kneel at my feets and listen and listen!