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74 Afric! famed in story,
 * The nurse of Egypt's might,

A stain is on thy glory,
 * And quenched thine ancient light.

Stern Carthage made the pinion
 * Of Rome's strong eagle cower,

But brief was her dominion,
 * And lost her trace of power.

And thou, the stricken hearted,
 * The scorned of every land,

The diadem departed
 * Dost stretch thy fettered hand;

How long shall misery wring thee,
 * And none arise to save?

And every billow bring thee
 * Sad tidings from the slave?

Is not thy night of weeping,
 * Thy time of darkness o'er?

Is not Heaven's justice keeping
 * Its vigil round thy shore?

I see a watch-light burning
 * High on thy mountain tower,

To guide thy sons returning
 * In Freedom's glorious power.

Thy pyramids aspiring,
 * Unceasing wonder claim,

And still the world admiring
 * Demands their founder's name;