LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
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Gleam forth, O marble, from the wilding gloom!
Shine, O white cross, upon the martyr's tomb!
Faithful toil, long-suffering care,
Radiate over dark and fair,
Burst into glory!
CANTO IV.
I cannot loathe nor scorn the colour'd man;
Nor deem him far below my Master's love.
I know about the sutures of his skull;
But I have proved him verily my brother.
And I have heard of Toussaint L'Ouverture!
(Perchance I am not so fastidious
As those who have great genius for words;
Yet we dumb doers crave some standing room,
O ye, so deft and dazzling with the tongue!)
