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Rh With questioning accent naming the great name. Livingstone warmly grasps the proffer'd hand. And after salutation courteous To some around, these recent yet fast friends Turn toward the claybuilt tembé; whose broad eaves This afternoon shall shelter two glad men, In place of one alone and desolate. The traveller, slowly dying yesterday, Now shares with relish in a plenteous meal, Reiterating: "You have brought me life!"

Letters from loved ones, how long silent! soon The pilgrim reads; and while soft evening wears, They sit communing of how many things! They speak of friends; of some whom fame well knows; And one whom Livingstone may chance to name Yet lives—another—he has pass'd away! Then the explorer tells a wondrous tale Of his exploits, adventures, and desires. But on himself, emerged but yesterday From forests of the dark barbarian,