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 On your feet, and let them know  ''This is why we love her!  For she is South Africa, '' She is Our South Africa,  Is Our Own South Africa, ''Africa all over! ''

HEN that great Kings return to clay, Or Emperors in their pride, Grief of a day shall fill a day, Because its creature died. But we we reckon not with those Whom the mere Fates ordain, This Power that wrought on us and goes Back to the Power again.

Dreamer devout, by vision led Beyond our guess or reach, The travail of his spirit bred Cities in place of speech. So huge the all-mastering thought that drove— So brief the term allowed— Nations, not words, he linked to prove His faith before the crowd.

It is his will that he look forth Across the world he won— The granite of the ancient North— Great spaces washed with sun.