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 Long years have pass'd—the Kaffir girl
 * Still loves to come at eve,

And sit upon some beetling crag,
 * And with the sad sea grieve.

Poor Amakeya! years shall pass,
 * And white men still shall come

Across that sea, and still press on,
 * And take thy new-found home!

But while one black man shall be found
 * Where thousands now do rove,

Shall still the touching tale be told
 * Of Amakeya's love.

William Rodger Thomson.