Awake, thou sleeping heart!
Awake, and kiss
The love – lorn brow
Of this ebon lass,
Dear Africa,
Whose virgin charms
Ensnare the love-lit hearts
Of venturing youth
From other lands
Awake, sweet Africa
Demand thy love,
Thou sleeping heart!
When the all-summer sun
Paints the leafy boughs
With golden rays,
Know then, thou sleeping heart,
Dear Africa stands
Knowing at thy door.