Well minister of the high sea.
Mererid’s cry from a city’s height,
Even to God is it directed:
After pride comes a long pause.
Mererid’s cry from a city’s height to-day,
Even to God her expiation:
After pride comes reflection.
Mererid’s cry o’ercomes me to-night,
Nor can I readily prosper:
After pride comes a fall.