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BONDI STANZAS.
And Peace, descending, quits the skies,
And Science plies her wondrous hand,
And Art her magic skill supplies
To spread abundance o'er the land.
This, this, sweet Bondi! surging shore!
The alter'd scene shall list thy lay,
When fleeting ages pile their store
Of greatness, gathering day by day.
