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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The African Prince</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT was a king in Africa, <br>He had an only son;<br>And none of Europe's crowned kings<br>Could have a dearer one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With good cane arrows five feet long,<br>And with a shining bow,<br>When but a boy, to the palm woods<br>Would that young hunter go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And home he brought white ivory,<br>And many a spotted hide:<br>When leopards fierce and beautiful<br>Beneath his arrows died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around his arms, around his brow,<br>A shining bar was rolled;<br>It was to mark his royal blood,<br>He wore that bar of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often at his father's feet,<br>The evening he would pass;<br>When, weary of the hunt, he lay<br>Upon the scented grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! it was an evil day,<br>When such a thing could be:<br>When strangers, pale and terrible,<br>Came o'er the distant sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They found the young prince mid the woods,<br>The palm woods deep and dark:<br>That day his lion-hunt was done,<br>They bore him to their bark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bound him in a narrow hold,<br>With others of his kind;<br>For weeks did that accursed ship<br>Sail on before the wind.<br>Now shame upon the cruel wind,<br>And on the cruel sea,<br>That did not with some mighty storm,<br>Set those poor captives free:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, shame to those weak thoughts, so fain<br>To have their wilful way:<br>God knoweth what is best for all—<br>The winds and seas obey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length a lovely island rose<br>From out the ocean wave;<br>They took him to the market-place,<br>And sold him for a slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some built them homes, and in the shade<br>Of flowered and fragrant trees,<br>They half forgot the palm-hid huts<br>They left far o'er the seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he was born of nobler blood,<br>And was of nobler kind;<br>And even unto death, his heart<br>For its own kindred pined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came to him a seraph child<br>With eyes of gentlest blue:<br>If there are angels in high heaven,<br>Earth has its angels too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She cheered him with her holy words,<br>She soothed him with her tears;<br>And pityingly she spoke with him<br>Of home and early years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when his heart was all subdued<br>By kindness into love,<br>She taught him from this weary earth<br>To look in faith above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told him how the Saviour died<br>For man upon the tree;<br>'He suffered,' said the holy child,<br>'For you as well as me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorrow and death have need of faith—<br>The African believed;<br>As rain falls fertile on the earth<br>Those words his soul received.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He died in hope as only those<br>Who die in Christ depart—<br>One blessed name within his lips,<br>One hope within his heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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He had an only son;
And none of Europe's crowned kings
Could have a dearer one.

With good cane arrows five feet long,
And with a shining bow,
When but a boy, to the palm woods
Would that young hunter go.

And home he bro..."></div>
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