Caroling Dusk/Africa
For works with similar titles, see Africa.
AFRICA
Thou art not dead, although the spoiler’s handLies heavy as death upon thee; though the wrathOf its accursed might is in thy pathAnd has usurped thy children of their land;Though yet the scourges of a monstrous bandRoam on thy ruined fields, thy trampled lanes,Thy ravaged homes and desolated fanes;Thou art not dead, but sleeping,—Motherland.
A mighty country, valorous and free,Thou shalt outlive this terror and this pain;Shall call thy scattered children back to thee,Strong with the memory of their brothers slain;And rise from out thy charnel house to beThine own immortal, brilliant self again!