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90 But I behold there, on high poles exposed, White skulls of strangers, whom the savage hordes Of river-pirates most inhumanly Slew: these barbarians the Makololo, Sebituane, routed and destroy'd; Planting his own Bechuana speech abroad Among the nations; opening thereby A way wherein our Sacred Oracles May march triumphant, blessing all the land; Since Moffat arduously render'd them Into a heretofore unletter'd tongue.

By moonlight, or by starlight, when we pause Upon the river's bosom, ah! how fair! Shadowy fruits and flowers in elf-light hanging; Plaintive low voices floating tenderly. One waking here, in slumber borne from far, Would deem he had died in sleep, and was in heaven.

Alas! all fair dreams fade, and this would fade!