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482 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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EMILY LAWLESS [Living)
A RETORT From With the Wild Geese.
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OT hers your vast imperial mart, Where myriad hopes on fears are hurled, Where furious rivals meet and part To woo a world.
Not hers your vast imperial town, Your mighty mammoth piles of gain, Your loaded vessels sweeping down To glut the main.
Unused, unseen, her rivers flow, From mountain tarn to ocean tide ; Wide vacant leagues the sunbeams show, The rain-clouds hide.
You swept them vacant! Your decree Bid all her budding commerce cease ; You drove her from your subject sea, To starve in peace !
Well, be it peace ! Resigned they flow, No laden fleet adown them glides, But wheeling salmon sometimes show Their silvered sides. |
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