The Colas c12.7

c12.7

Carved and eaten; from their emptied porringers they
Quaff large draughts of milk!—
Thy fields of rice,—wide are their borders, where
The sweet cane flowers! Thy pasture lands,—with stalls
For herds,—there cattle graze!
Archers with fortified camps guard the flocks, and from
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On the wooded shore count the ships that cover thy sea!—
In the bay they load the abounding salt with which thy
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