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J. Milton Hayes

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There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town,
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the yellow god forever gazes down.
--
The Green Eye of the Yellow God (1911)

 
J. Milton Hayes

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