'Once CAGN was like a father, kind and good, br But He was spoiled by fighting many things; br He wars upon the lions in the wood, br And breaks the Thunder-bird's tremendous wings; br But still we cry to Him,--'We are thy brood - br O Cagn, be merciful!' and us He brings br To herds of elands, and great store of food, br And in the desert opens water-springs.' br br So Qing, King Nqsha's Bushman hunter, spoke, br Beside the camp-fire, by the fountain fair, br When all were weary, and soft clouds of smoke br Were fading, fragrant, in the twilit air: br And suddenly in each man's heart there woke br A pang, a sacred memory of prayer.