Come with me where we children play At Auro-beach in the sun-strewn day, Gathering shells to hear the roar Of oceans that have gone before.
Now in the hour approaching night The Banyan glows a green-gold sight And "Peace" is filled with quiet breast As the flowers follow the sun to rest.
Poems Undated (1727)
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