V.
And 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