Rudyard Kipling: Hong-Kong

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Rudyard Kipling: Hong-Kong (The Song of the Cities)

Hail, Mother! Hold me fast; my Praya sleeps
Under innumerable keels to-day.
Yet guard (and landward), or to-morrow sweeps
Thy war-ships down the bay!
 
Dec. 13, 2023, Photo

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