Livingstone in Africa/Canto V
Solemnly purple night reigns over me,
With all the solemn glory of her stars.
Sublime star-worlds, who never have disdain'd
To be my friends, consolers, counsellors,
Guiding faint footfalls of a mortal man!
How often, when the moon among your lights
Glided, with her wan face beholding day;
A slim canoe, carven from tender pearl,
Confused to many crescents as I gaze;
Noting the very punctual moment, I
Besought my faithful sextant to reveal
What interval of cavernous clear gloom
Lay now between her orb and one of you!
I found how high above your brilliant
Image in my small pool of mercury
Ye rose in heaven on my meridian.
So, in the least conjectured realm of all
These pilgrim feet have found, my whereabout
On this our Earth discovering I record.
But the barbarians, when they saw me place
And note the readings of mine instrument,
Deemed me magician; some beneath their breath,
Viewing my quadrant's ivory curvature,
Whisper'd: "The Son of God hath come to us;
And lo! the moon was underneath his arm!
He holdeth strange communion with stars."
Yours are fair faces of familiar friends
To the lone traveller in a lonely land,
Ye constellations, slowly journeying west!
And some of you, my best beloved at home
May not behold; but some of you, with me,
Their eyes and mine may gaze upon together.
Glorious worlds, unknown to mortal men,
My spirit yearns to you from hollow orbs!
Soon shall I slake my longing all divine
Even in you, with higher powers than these
Of this poor worn-out body!
Now my soul
Seeks those immortals, who have passed away
From earth to yonder infinite star-worlds:
World within world, sun, planet, comet, moon,
All in their order and their own degree,
One crimson, and one golden, and one green,
Harmonious hearing a low voice of Love!
Star of the Nile! resplendent Sirius!
Whom here men name "Drawer of all the Night!"
Planet of Love! Ntanda,19 fair firstborn
Of evening, tremulous dew in a sweet rose!
(She is so large, and clear, she sheds a shadow:)
Aldebaran, Orion, Fomalhaut,
Altair, Canopus, and the Southern Cross!
Now fades yon pyramid of nebulous light
Zodiacal, that, paling as it soars,
Tinges mild splendour of the Milky Way
A delicate orange; but Magellan's clouds
Revolve around our starless Southern Pole.
And all is silence—only a night air
Rustles a palm, dreaming among the stars,
From whose dim languorous long fronds they rise,
Slow disentangling their celestial gleam.
No human sound disturbs the solitude.
Only a cry of some far florican;
A chirping cricket in the herb afar,
Or doleful forest-muffled living thing.
Also I hear a distant ghostly voice
Of plangent surf, alternately resounding
And ceasing, on wild Tanganyika's shore.
But some low thunder booms at intervals.
Some say it is a surge, wandering in caves
Unfathomable of a mighty mountain range,
Far off to westward, nearer Liembâ.
And some affirm a river under earth
Rushes in yonder mountains of Kabongo,
Breathing a strange low thunder on the wind . . .
England! my children! shall I see you once
Again before I perish?—nay the end
Is very near: here I shall die alone:
I am weary, worn, deserted, destitute!
It may be that my work is nearly done.
And though some say Christ cannot conquer here,
A noble army of dark men to-day,
Following His banner, proudly spurn the lie.
The native chief Sechele,20 whom I taught,
Now teaches all his subject countrymen;
And Africaner, the black conqueror,
Whose very name was terror to the world
Of his resistless ruining career,
Moffat alone, no weapon in his hand,
Subdued with silent spiritual power.
The haughty devastating spirit bow'd,
Like Saul of old, a willing thrall to Christ;
So that all marvell'd to behold the man,
Saying, "Can this indeed be Africaner?"
I have unveil'd before the feeble eyes,
Inured to twilight of a prison cell,
Little by little, His fair radiance,
Reflecting Him, though faintly, in my life.
Also I made myself as one of them,
Seeking the bent and habit of their souls,
That I might govern, order, set to use.
And I would have wise lovers of mankind,
Dwelling through all the land in colonies;
Gendering new necessities of life,
Desires entwined with all the nobler growth
Of reason, mutual reverence, and love;
Arousing men with sturdier enterprise
To stir the virtues of a virgin soil;
Fostering civil arts of mutual peace,
That ask for interchange of services.
So shall they cherish honourable trade
In all the wealth of Ethiopia;
Ebony, amber, gold, and ivory;
A care to barter these for what is wrought
By fiery familiars of the brain
Yonder in Europe, in our world sublime
Of godlike labour, triumph, and despair;
In realms more wonderful than Africa!
For in our Europe and America,
Sun, ocean, earth, are vassals unto man;
For whom he moulds huge organs all inform'd
With a blind emanation from the soul—
Wheel within wheel of giant enginery,
Thunderously storming, wailing, murmuring,
Cow'd slaves of his creative human will;
Eager to mangle the slight taskmaster,
If God plunge him among their whirling limbs. . .
But with a gauntlet of stem iron crush out,
England! the foul snake coil'd voluminous
About this desolate land, feeding on blood!
Forbid, stamp out, the accursed trade in men:
Nor dare neglect the mission of the strong,
To bind the oppressor, and to help the poor!
Then shall these glorious immemorial rivers,
And inland seas, mine eyes have first beholden,
The Lord's highways of holiness and peace,
Alive with white-wing'd ministers of heaven,
Waft sunnier glory to the jubilant shores
Of Ethiopia, and the Maurian's land
Lift up her dark deliver'd hands to God!
I may not see it! Like Israel's leader, I
Am but a pioneer to bring the people
Out of their bondage: as on Pisgah's height,
I may behold the promised land from far. . .
I have flung wide the portals of the night:
Children of hope and morning, enter ye!"