LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
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If that Columbus, fronting desperate crews
Of mutinous men, with tranquil eyes unmoved
From all their high and visionary aim;
Landing at last upon another world,
Conquer'd from chaos in the power of faith,
A blooming world, that seem'd the Paradise
Of our first parents in their innocence,
And proudly named Columbia to-day—
If he, the Navigator, lives for ever
In all men's green, and grateful memory;
With Raleigh, Gama, Bruce, and Magelhaens—
Then surely shall our English Livingstone,
Honouring this our own tumultuous time;
Heroic with immortal heroism,
That burns for ever in humanity;
Rouse all the race unto a loftier life!
THE END.
