And while his tears fall on the wasted hand,
That never did a fellow-creature wrong,
But only wrought deliverance for all;
After the fourth day of his coming there,
At solemn midnight, noble Livingstone,
Saying, in a low voice, "I am going home!"
Quietly sleeping, enters into rest.
A lamp faint glimmers on the little slave,
As on those grand wan features of the dead . .
. . Daylight has dawn'd—the Conqueror is crown'd!
Then all consult what it were best to do.
And his true followers, whom he has loved,
And taught, and saved from bondage worse than death,
Who have shared his perils and long wanderings;
Chumah, Hamoyda, Susi, and the rest;
Resolve to bear away the dear remains,
Even to the coast—a thousand miles away!
That so the English may receive their Chief,
And bring him home—where he desired to be.
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