And for thy comforts lost, a moment brief
Shall all the loss repair;—o’er yonder height
Is where till lately Chepian reigned in might.
XXXII.
“Abandoned by his Priest his land now lies,—
Left by that Priest’s own slaves,—for slaves had he
Who tilled his field and made his mansion rise,
Adorned with mats and colors fair to see;
The Priest is gone,—how, nothing care the wise;