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!
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!