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Edith L. Tiempo
A light serene, ethereal glory rests Has swelled the murmur of the peaceful air;
Its beams effulgent on each cresting wave; Here East and West have oft displayed their might;
The silver touches of the moonlight wave Dark battle clouds have dimmed this scene so fair;
The deep bare bosom that the breeze molests; Here bold Olympia, one historic night,
While lingering whispers deepen as the wavy crests Presaging freedom, claimed a people’s care.
Roll with weird rhythm, now gay, now gently grave;
And floods of lambent light appear the sea to pave
All cast a spell that heeds not time’s behests.
Not always such the scene: the din of fight