Their ancestors Cans’ subjects all had been.
Móo reigned again, and many a year she dwelt
In Chem, the Land of Boats. There too she felt
Her call to liberty, and passed away,
Rejoiced at last the summons to obey.
“Now cometh bliss! the flesh doth loose its hold;
Death’s tender kiss will leave it still and cold.
Upon my weary brow the veil of Night
Descends; my soul leaps forth to joyous flight!
O touch my heart with thy all-healing balm