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 "Come, father! far away we'll go!
 * I'll ever comfort thee;

We'll leave our home, and seek our graves
 * Far by the great blue sea!"

They left the white man's glitt'ring tents
 * And climb'd the mountain brow;

The father filled with sad despair,
 * The maiden hopeless now.

Few weeks have pass'd; the Kaffir girl
 * Has left her native land,

And travell'd far o'er hill and dale,
 * And now sits by the strand.

She gazes on that mighty sea
 * She ne'er had seen before;

Half-pleased, half-awed, she hears the waves
 * Hoarse-moaning on the shore.

She loves to see the stately waves
 * Come rolling to the land,

And dash their foam-crests on the rocks,
 * And murmur o'er the sand.

She speaks no word, she moves no limb,
 * But sits as in a trance,

And ever looks out to the sea
 * With that same wond'ring glance.