“‘Sleeps Tatoban!’ the awful demon said,
‘Sleeps Tatoban! my Priest, my Prophet sleep!
Does not a pale man my dominion tread?
With hostile gods has he not crossed the deep?
Prophet! the spirits of your kindred dead
Already o’er their children’s ashes weep;—
Arise! go forth, and by thy serpent quell
The daring stranger, and his gods expel!
“‘Hast thou forgot, when, by Cohannet’s stream,