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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392126" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hong-Kong Lyrics</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>AT anchor in that harbour of the island,<br>The Chinese Gate,<br>We lay where, terraced under green-clad highland,<br>The Sea-town sate.<br>Ships, steamers, sailers, many a flag and nation,<br>A motley crew,<br>Junks, sampans, all East's swarming jubilation,<br>I watched and knew.<br>Then, as I stood, sweet sudden sounds out-swelling<br>On the boon breeze,<br>The church-bells' chiming echoes rang out, telling<br>Of inland peace.<br>O English Chimes, your music rising and falling<br>I cannot praise,<br>Although to me it come sweet-sad, recalling<br>Dear childish days.<br>Yet, English Chimes — last links of chains that sever,<br>Worn out and done,<br>That Land and Creed that I have left for ever —<br>Ring on, ring on!<br>II<br>There is much in this sea-way City<br>I have not met with before,<br>But one or two things I notice<br>That I seem to have known of yore.<br>In the lovely tropical verdure,<br>In the streets, behold I can<br>The hideous English Buildings<br>And the brutal English Man!<br>III<br>I stand and watch the Soldiers<br>Marching up and down,<br>Above the fresh green Cricket-ground<br>Just outside the town.<br>I stand and watch and wonder<br>When in the English land<br>This poor fool Tommy Atkins<br>Will learn and understand?<br>Zulus, and Boers, and Arabs,<br>All fighting to be free,<br>Men and women and children,<br>Maimed and murdered has he.<br>In India and in Ireland<br>He's held the People down,<br>While the robber English Gentleman<br>Took pound and penny and crown.<br>To make him false to his Order,<br>What was it that they gave —<br>To make him his brother's oppressor?<br>The clothes and soul of a slave!<br>O thou poor fool, Tommy Atkins,<br>Thou wilt be wise that day<br>When, with eager eyes and clenched teeth,<br>Thou risest up to say:<br>'This is our well-loved England,<br>And I'll free it if I can,<br>From every rotten Shop-keeper,<br>And played-out Gentleman!'<br>IV<br>'Happy Valley'<br>('This is the love of Nature, that the same peace awaits us all')<br>There is a valley green that lies<br>'Mid hills, the summer's bower.<br>The many-coloured butterflies<br>Flutter from flower to flower.<br>And round one lush green side of it,<br>In gardened homes are laid,<br>With grief and care compassionate,<br>The People of the Dead.<br>There all the voicing summer day<br>They sing, the happy rills.<br>No noisy sound awakes away<br>The echoes of the hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a><div class=q>
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AT anchor in that harbour of the island,
The Chinese Gate,
We lay where, terraced under green-clad highland,
The Sea-town sate.
Ships, steamers, sailers, many a flag and nation,
A motley crew,
Junks, sampans, all East's swarming jubilation,
I wa..."></div>
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