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       W. C. Scully

      By Veldt and Kopje

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066237394

       Prologue.

       Chapter One.

       Chapter Two.

       Chapter Three.

       Chapter Four.

       Chapter Five.

       Chapter Six.

       Chapter Seven.

       Chapter Eight.

       Chapter Nine.

       Chapter Ten.

       Chapter Eleven.

       Chapter Twelve.

       Chapter Thirteen.

       Chapter Fourteen.

       Table of Contents

      VOICES OF AFRICA

      AFRICA

       Sphinx among continents—the Nations strive

       To guess my ancient riddle; Greece essayed—

       She drooped to death; upon me Rome set gyve—

       She sank in her own bonds. The Persian laid

       His life down ’mid my deserts. For a day

       I smiled on each, then tore them for my play.

       THE SAHARA

       The ghosts of buried cities scale the air

       When Day wakes my mirage. The lion keeps

       My iron hills. The bones of men lie bare

       Where my thirst-sickle its rich harvest reaps.

       Time, like a little child, amid my sands

       Builds and unbuilds with feeble, listless hands.

       EGYPT

       The gods who dwell ’mid equatorial snows

       Bade Nilus cleave the waste, and I awoke.

       A giant, robed in mystery, I arose;

       The young world listened, breathless, when I spoke.

       My Sphinx Time’s sister is; her brood lies hid

       Where dream the dead ’neath rock and pyramid.

       CARTHAGE

       Sidon sent forth her sons, her sons sent Tyre;

       The Desert’s daughters bore a mighty race.

       The God whose brazen hands sloped to the fire

       Reared o’er me the red terror of his face.

       Rome, vengeful, trod me to the dust, and strowed

       With salt the site where once my powers abode.

       ALEXANDRIA

       The godlike Alexander wav’d his sword;

       Beneath its spell rose palace, mart and school,

       No gold so precious as my lightest word;

       My logos still the Faith of Man doth rule.

       Greek, Roman and Barbarian, East and West,

       Drank lore like milk from my most bounteous breast.

       MOUNT ATLAS

       Time haled the great Globe from my aching back

       And hung it ’mid the stars. Content I rest,

       The ocean’s murmured music at my feet,

       The foldless flocks of cloudland round my crest.

       Pan walks with Faunus through my dreaming woods,

       And Dryads pace my leafy solitudes.

       RUWENZORI

       A diadem of changeless snow lies light

       Upon my regal head; my locks I shake,

       And, straightway, living waters take their flight.

       The iron bonds of Ancient Drought to break.

       A virgin, new-unveiled, I stand alone;

       Aeons will pass, but none unclasp my zone.

       THE LAKES

       Hand seeking hand, a peerless sisterhood,

       We watched for dawn through dark of murd’rous years

       Our

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