East of Ginger Trees
Go east of your dream and farm
Let peace and silence spin your yarn
What harm can befall thee in yon "Wilderness of Clove"
Go on east of ginger trees
Go soft and silent like the breeze
With ease be off and wander in yon "Wilderness of Clove"
Go on past the goldenrods
Where fools and angels lose their odds
And gods of our ancestors
Did immerse themselves in Clove
Go on toward the "Crimson Shore"
Beyond this life of metaphors
Where doors of understanding's house
Decorates He them with Clove