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Oh! Africa, mysterious Land!

Surrounded by a lot of sand

And full of grass and trees,

And elephants and Afrikanders,

And politics and Salamanders,

And Germans seeking to annoy,

And horrible rhinoceroi,

And native rum in little kegs,

And savages called Touaregs

(A kind of Soudanese).

And tons of diamonds, and lots

Of nasty, dirty Hottentots,

And coolies coming from the East;

And serpents, seven yards long at least

And lions, that retain

Their vigour, appetites and rage

Intact to an extreme old age,

And never lose their mane.

[Illustration ** Military officer, possibly German, staring into

the distance in front of a sign for German East Africa,

with a snake wrapped around the sign post.]

Far Land of Ophir! Mined for gold

By lordly Solomon of old,

Who sailing northward to Perim

Took all the gold away with him,

And left a lot of holes;

Vacuities that bring despair

To those confiding souls

Who find that they have bought a share

In marvellous horizons, where

The Desert terrible and bare

Interminably rolls.

Great Island! Made to be the bane

Of Mr. Joseph Chamberlain.

Peninsula! Whose smouldering fights

Keep Salisbury awake at nights;

And furnished for a year or so

Such sport to M. Hanotaux.

Vast Continent! Whose cumbrous shape

Runs from Bizerta to the Cape

(Bizerta on the northern shore,

Concerning which, the French, they swore

It never should be fortified,

Wherein that cheerful people lied).

[Illustration ** The Negus, the Sultan facing us and a third man

with his back towards us.]

Thou nest of Sultans full of guile,

Embracing Zanzibar the vile

And Egypt, watered by the Nile

(Egypt, which is, as I believe,

The property of the Khedive):--

Containing in thy many states

Two independent potentates,

And one I may not name.

(Look carefully at number three,

Not independent quite, but he

Is more than what he used to be.)

To thee, dear goal, so long deferred

Like old Æneas--in a word

To Africa we came.

We beached upon a rising tide

At Sasstown on the western side;

And as we touched the strand

I thought--(I may have been mistook)--

I thought the earth in terror shook

To feel its Conquerors land.

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