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THE CRY OF SOUTH AFRICA
GIVE back my dead! They who by kop and fountain First saw the light upon my rocky breast! Give back my dead, The sons who played upon me When childhood’s dews still rested on their heads. Give back my dead Whom thou hast riven from me By arms of men loud called from earth’s farthest bound To wet my bosom with my children’s blood! Give back my dead, The dead who grew up on me!
Wagenaar’s Kraal, Three Sisters. May 9,
1900.
