 | Songs of the Seasons |  |
There, too, in the moaning seas,
I have treasures and keep state,
Sitting on a rock elate,
Throned among my argosies!
I have harvests in the port,
In the tideway, crops prolific;
The Atlantic and Pacific
Waft their offerings to my court.
I have treasures and keep state,
Sitting on a rock elate,
Throned among my argosies!
I have harvests in the port,
In the tideway, crops prolific;
The Atlantic and Pacific
Waft their offerings to my court.
| Songs of the Seasons | |