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Rh Lift up her dark deliver'd hands to God! I may not see it! Like Israel's leader, I Am but a pioneer to bring the people Out of their bondage: as on Pisgah's height, I may behold the promised land from far I have flung wide the portals of the night: Children of hope and morning, enter ye!"

daylight rules: but Livingstone still sleeps Within the clay-built shadowy chamber walls. Fragments of torn soil'd paper, strewn around, Show notes of travel jotted on the way With his own red blood, used in place of ink. A notebook, and a Bible, lie beside; With sextant, and chronometer, and hides; Ivory, tusks, a rifle, a javelin.