Withstand his ever strong desire? Relent
She must—to be his consort now consent.
Móo looked for death; she would surrender life,
Escaping thus all further pain and strife.
But jailers were by faithful friends embroiled;
At heavy cost Prince Aac’s designs they foiled.
Success was theirs, and guarding her with care,
They gained the coast, great oceans storms to dare.
“Dear native land, where tender mem’ries cling,
No other spot such happy years can bring!”