And still the prophet through the kindling crowds,
Moved like a comet through night’s lowering clouds.
XVI.
And as he passed, the varying rumors flew
Of secret plans hatched by the Yengees’ hate;
And still their fears and doubts and wonder grew,
Whilst on that dream the chiefs prolonged debate;
For priest he was and politician too,
And oft he meddled with affairs of state,
Wrought on the fears of superstition’s crew,