_A dusky maid stood ’neath a lone palm tree Down Makewayo beach, on Savaii Isles; A perfect shape and curved lips had she As stared her bright eyes o’er the lone sea miles; Maids have grown old, brave men seen their best day, But she was made of terra-cotta clay— In beauty by the sea still stands and smiles!_ The speaker, Royal Clensy, was an ardent dreamer, romanticist and mystic. He did not wear a flowing robe or seer’s beard, he was simply a handsome young Englishman attired in a serge suit, wearing a topee as he leaned against the stem of a palm tree. And had our hero have been able to express his opinions in distinguished poetic style, instead of in the crude phrase which opens this ch…
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