Wonderful kisses, so that I became Brooding on ancient fame. RANGOON Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade? Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone, And watch my silk-clad lovers, man by maid, Laugh ’neath my Shwe Dagon. Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone, Laugh ’neath my Shwe Dagon. SINGAPORE Hail, Mother! East and West must seek my aid Ere the spent gear may dare the ports afar. The second doorway of the wide world’s trade Is mine to loose or bar. Ere the spent gear may dare the ports afar. Is mine to loose or bar. HONG-KONG Hail, Mother! Hold me fast; my Praya sleeps Under innumerable keels to-day. Yet guard (and landward), or to-morrow sweeps Thy warships down the bay! Under innumerable keels to-day. Thy warships down the bay! HALIFAX Into the mist my guardian prows put forth, Behind the mist my virgin ramparts lie, The Warden of the Honour of the North, Sleepless and veiled am I! Behind the mist my virgin ramparts lie, Sleepless and veiled am I! QUEBEC AND MONTREAL Peace is our portion. Yet a whisper rose, Foolish and causeless, half in jest, half hate. Now wake we and remember mighty blows, And fearing no man, wait!
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