The
trembling priest along the shore return'd,
And in the
anguish of a father mourn'd.
Disconsolate,
not daring to complain,
Silent he
wander'd by the sounding main;
Till, safe
at distance, to his god he prays,
The god who
darts around the world his rays.
The priests
returned home fearful, they knew they had not the authority nor strength to
change the royal decree with the same
anguish as the father mourning , not voicing any more complaints returned to
their country main, or the main part of their country. When safely away from the main of the royal
lay where the king had friends and held authority as life in general, meaning everyone on that
side was nio longer in great concentration, the priests began to pray to the
God or godthit whose rays and presence is omnipresent. This god is not on mount Olympus but is the
Godthit who is everywhere and all powerful.
From :
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6130/6130-h/6130-h.html#toc5
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