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LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
Where never mortal came!—there blinded fell,
All unaware of his own victory!
For here, between these very parallels,
Ancient Purânas of the Indian
Place Soma Giri; whence a vast long lake
Amâra flows, Amâra "of the Gods,"
And from Amâra, Nile.
Alas! he died
Unknowing all the hopeful fruit that Frere26
Ripened from those indignant words of truth,
A lone old man, among Hell's legionaries,
Unquailing hurl'd against the slave-trader.
He learn'd stern Baker's wonderful campaign:
Now, peradventure, he hath learn'd the whole!
But if Columbus, voyaging forlorn,
Wandering ever in wan ways unknown
Of shoreless ocean toward the dying day,
Daring, presumptuous mortal! to assail
Barriers Heaven piles against mankind:
