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 More strange than all, the Oracle foretold—

"In bitter woe this thought may thee uphold:

Both will return; the sister thou wilt be

And wife once more of him awaiting thee."

The Prophet Cay taught Can's eldest child;

With mystic lore their time was much beguiled;

For pupil would some day the High Priest be,

When his preceptor should from earth go free.

Surrounded by his volumes old, the Sage

In search of truth read over every page.

On rare occasions he before the crowd

Came forth to speak, and all to his will bowed.

Prophetic words were his, sincere and wise;

The Can obeyed when Cay deigned advise.

Revered by high and low, the honored Sage

Could by his will much pain and grief assuage—

Nor ever aid withheld, for he loved all—

But soon the Lord of life would him recall.

More than he did no one in mortal frame

Could do, aspiring to the Holy Flame,

To keep soul free from earth. His nourishment—

Whereon the sun its vital ray had sent—

Pure water, simple fruit, white flesh of bird,

Was more than he required, he oft averred.

In mystic posture he besought Mehen,

The Word, that he might wisdom pure attain.