Blessing,—a religion sounding of a quiet heaven and a
Godly love,—this only wanted Azatlan. And alas, for the
Sunly Quetzal’! He built a temple, with a single tower, a
Temple over many chambers.
Slowly the ’tzin repeated the last sentence, and under his gaze the monarch’s face changed visibly.
Worship he asked, and offerings,
And sacrifices, not of captives, heart-broken and complaining,
But of blooming flowers, and ripened fruits, emblems of love, and peace,
And beauty. Alas, for the gentle Quetzal’! Cold grew the people
Lov’d so well. A little while they worshipped; then, as bees go no