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LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
Ere thy tempestuous cataracts are hurl'd,
Mosi-oa-tunya!
Twenty miles away thy sound
Travels from the gulf profound
Of thine earth-convulsing bound,
Mosi-oa-tunya!
Five great cloudy columns rise,
To uphold the rolling skies:
Morning clothes with rainbow dyes
Mosi-oa-tunya!
Awful phantoms in the moon
Rise to thy tremendous tune:
When the fiery evening falls,
Hell sulphureous appalls,
While thy blazing thunder calls,
Mosi-oa-tunya!
The huge Mowana, and the Mohonono,
Like silvery cedar-trees on Lebanon,
Wave, with light palms, upon the pleasant isles
