THE WHITE HERONFeb. 9, 1904
In yonder far-sequestered pool
The wild white heron stands,
With stately mien and regal air,
King of these watery lands.
The wild white heron stands,
With stately mien and regal air,
King of these watery lands.
The glassy pond reflects his form,
The sun on mangrove gleams,
A statue in a leafy niche,
He glistens in its beams.
The sun on mangrove gleams,
A statue in a leafy niche,
He glistens in its beams.
In murmur of the rustling leaves,
Secure from rifle's blast,
He stands in calm serenity,
The Spirit of the Past.
Secure from rifle's blast,
He stands in calm serenity,
The Spirit of the Past.
With dainty steps he paces now,
His eyes the intruder scan,
And to their welcome add a plea
For mercy unto Man.
His eyes the intruder scan,
And to their welcome add a plea
For mercy unto Man.
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