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Rh The future, lying on a fur-strewn floor, By oil-light, burning in a shard for lamp; Sipping black coffee, breathing fragrant fame With other heart and other hopes to-night Livingstone hearkens to the solemn sound Of Tanganika's melancholy wave; And his friend hearkens; for he may not sleep, Whose heart is buoyant with a wondering joy.

me a hut to die in!—nevermore May I behold my land, or my beloved." So spake the Master; for the end was near; Whom his dark silent followers obey. For Livingstone, resuming his life-load With a light heart, for all his years, and frame Outworn with mighty labour and long pain,