Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Rangoon

Just a changing sea of colour
Surging up and flowing down;
And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;
And a sun-burst-tinted throng
Of young priests that move along
Under sun-burst-hued umbrellas through the town.
    That's Rangoon.

1. Queries
2. At Eleusis
3. Affirm
4. Intermediary
5. Assistance

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