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LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
Rent all thy rocks, and summon'd forth the rivers . .
. . When came the Negro?—and the dwindling Dwarf?
I have found bones of immemorial age:
Their living families surround me now!
Wilds more unknown than yonder ghostly Moon,
Beyond the bounds of Earth! whose ruin huge
Of awful mountain, Albategnius,
Or Döerfel, whose abysses of dead gloom
Herschel in his enchanter's glass reveal'd!
Africa! vast immeasurable Void,
Where no imperial march of History
Solemn resounds from echoing age to age!
Haunt of light-headed fable and dim dream!
To whose fierce strand the Heaven-shadowing bird,
Enormous Roc, long deemed a wild romance,
Was wont to fly of old from Madagascar!—
In whose blue seas floats fragrant ambergris;
