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Rh Those that have stayed at thy knees, Mother, go call them in—

We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin.

Not in the dark do we fight—haggle and flout and gibe;

Selling our love for a price, loaning our hearts for a bribe.

Gifts have we only to-day—Love without promise or fee—

Hear, for thy children speak, from the uppermost parts of the sea!

THE SONG OF THE CITIES

BOMBAY

Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen

Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands—

A thousand mills roar through me where I glean

All races from all lands.