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ANASTASI III. 77
alive, and took part in the sacred procession at
which this papyrus was chaunted.
But the papyrus is dated in the third year of his
son King Meneptah I. ; and though of course I
cannot deny the possibility that the song might
have been written three years earlier, and only
copied out afresh in the third year of Meneptah for
the funeral of Arnen-m-Apt, yet a direct state-
ment that Meneptah was agent for his father will
soon be given; and I only remark here that, inde-
pendently of this, it would be more probable that
the name of a monarch two years dead would not
be introduced in such a way on such an occasion.
The next portion of our document (77*4) bears
me out in saying that the death of Amen-m-Apt
is literally the central object of the piece; it is
exactly in the centre of what we possess as the
papyrus.
Hail, chief, thou art safe.
Thou hast thy offerings every day:
Swathed in flowers daily:
Chaunted myriads of times.
Thou hast passed the comforting joys,
Thy limbs have passed into strength.
The state of youth is given thee daily.
Nothing can rise up to thy behaviour,
Nor be written equal to thy goodness.
Nothing can be imagined second to thee.
Thy eye is bright every day,
Thy ear sound,
Thou circlest the continuous years.
alive, and took part in the sacred procession at
which this papyrus was chaunted.
But the papyrus is dated in the third year of his
son King Meneptah I. ; and though of course I
cannot deny the possibility that the song might
have been written three years earlier, and only
copied out afresh in the third year of Meneptah for
the funeral of Arnen-m-Apt, yet a direct state-
ment that Meneptah was agent for his father will
soon be given; and I only remark here that, inde-
pendently of this, it would be more probable that
the name of a monarch two years dead would not
be introduced in such a way on such an occasion.
The next portion of our document (77*4) bears
me out in saying that the death of Amen-m-Apt
is literally the central object of the piece; it is
exactly in the centre of what we possess as the
papyrus.
Hail, chief, thou art safe.
Thou hast thy offerings every day:
Swathed in flowers daily:
Chaunted myriads of times.
Thou hast passed the comforting joys,
Thy limbs have passed into strength.
The state of youth is given thee daily.
Nothing can rise up to thy behaviour,
Nor be written equal to thy goodness.
Nothing can be imagined second to thee.
Thy eye is bright every day,
Thy ear sound,
Thou circlest the continuous years.