Dear Africa by Michael Dei-Anang

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.

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