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LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
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With questioning accent naming the great name.
Livingstone warmly grasps the proffer'd hand.
And after salutation courteous
To some around, these recent yet fast friends
Turn toward the claybuilt tembé; whose broad eaves
This afternoon shall shelter two glad men,
In place of one alone and desolate.
The traveller, slowly dying yesterday,
Now shares with relish in a plenteous meal,
Reiterating: "You have brought me life!"

Letters from loved ones, how long silent! soon
The pilgrim reads; and while soft evening wears,
They sit communing of how many things!
They speak of friends; of some whom fame well knows;
And one whom Livingstone may chance to name
Yet lives—another—he has pass'd away!
Then the explorer tells a wondrous tale
Of his exploits, adventures, and desires.
But on himself, emerged but yesterday
From forests of the dark barbarian,