Sunset
The river sleeps beneath the sky, And clasps the shadows to its breast; The crescent moon shines dim on high; And in the lately radiant west The gold is fading into gray. Now stills the lark his festive lay, And mourns with me the dying day.
While in the south the first faint star Lifts to the night its silver face, And twinkles to the moon afar Across the heaven's graying space, Low murmurs reach me from the town, As Day puts on her sombre crown, And shakes her mantle darkly down.
THE
AUTHOR
RETORT
LIFE
THE
LESSON
SUNSET
A
PRAYER
PASSION
SONG
THE
MYSTERY
THE
PATH
LONGING
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Poetry
by Northover
Oh Africa, let freedom reign - Oh Africa, let freedom reign Rain down
a storm On the white man's home, Let him see that God Is watching over
all. Let the thunder clap its hands Together we will stand Hand in hand
one and all Africa more
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