The chants are really prayers to God for rain, for forgiveness of sins and for absolution from ingratitude for former bounties.

The words were: "Now I'll kill you, Soma," and the chant was a poem of consolation to the spirit of the dead Toni, assuring it that the hour of vengeance was at hand, and that Soma would go to the great unknown the moment he got within reach of the yachting knife.

your chant shall be Our sign of blight or bloom, The Vala-song of Liberty, Or death-rune of our doom!

But indeed the two chants of praise are a single harmony, for I have written in vain if I have not shown that the way to see the most exquisite cabinet of beauties in this land is by the humble path of the pedestrian.