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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Afar in the Desert</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afar in the Desert I love to ride,<br>With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side: <br>When the sorrows of life the soul o'ercast, <br>And, sick of the Present, I cling to the Past; <br>When the eye is suffused with regretful tears, <br>From the fond recollections of former years; <br>And shadows of things that have long since fled <br>Flit over the brain, like the ghosts of the dead: <br>Bright visions of glory -- that vanish too soon; <br>Day-dreams -- that departed ere manhood's noon; <br>Attachments -- by fate or by falsehood reft; <br>Companions of early days -- lost or left; <br>And my Native Land -- whose magical name <br>Thrills to the heart like electric flame; <br>The home of my childhood; the haunts of my prime; <br>All the passions and scenes of that rapturous time <br>When the feelings were young and the world was new, <br>Like the fresh bowers of Eden unfolding to view; <br>All -- all now forsaken -- forgotten -- foregone! <br>And I -- a lone exile remembered of none -- <br>My high aims abandoned, -- my good acts undone, --<br>-- Aweary of all that is under the sun, --<br>With that sadness of heart which no stranger may scan, <br>I fly to the Desert afar from man! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afar in the Desert I love to ride, <br>With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:<br>When the wild turmoil of this wearisome life, <br>With its scenes of oppression, corruption, and strife --<br>The proud man's frown, and the base man's fear, --<br>The scorner's laugh, and the sufferer's tear --<br>And malice, and meanness, and falsehood, and folly, <br>Dispose me to musing and dark melancholy;<br>When my bosom is full, and my thoughts are high, <br>And my soul is sick with the bondman's sigh -- <br>Oh! then there is freedom, and joy, and pride, <br>Afar in the Desert alone to ride! <br>There is rapture to vault on the champing steed, <br>And to bound away with the eagle's speed, <br>With the death-fraught firelock in my hand --<br>The only law of the Desert Land! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afar in the Desert I love to ride, <br>With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side: <br>Away -- away from the dwellings of men, <br>By the wild deer's haunt, by the buffalo's glen; <br>By valleys remote where the oribi plays, <br>Where the gnu, the gazelle, and the hartèbeest graze, <br>And the kùdù and eland unhunted recline <br>By the skirts of grey forests o'erhung with wild-vine; <br>Where the elephant browses at peace in his wood, <br>And the river-horse gambols unscared in the flood, <br>And the mighty rhinoceros wallows at will <br>In the fen where the wild-ass is drinking his fill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afar in the Desert I love to ride, <br>With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side: <br>O'er the brown Karroo, where the bleating cry <br>Of the springbok's fawn sounds plaintively; <br>And the timorous quagga's shrill whistling neigh <br>Is heard by the fountain at twilight grey; <br>Where the zebra wantonly tosses his mane, <br>With wild hoof scouring the desolate plain; <br>And the fleet-footed ostrich over the waste <br>Speeds like a horseman who travels in haste, <br>Hying away to the home of her rest, <br>Where she and her mate have scooped their nest, <br>Far hid from the pitiless plunderer's view <br>In the pathless depths of the parched Karroo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afar in the Desert I love to ride, <br>With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:<br>Away -- away -- in the Wilderness vast, <br>Where the White Man's foot hath never passed, <br>And the quivered Coránna or Bechuán<br>Hath rarely crossed with his roving clan: <br>A region of emptiness, howling and drear, <br>Which Man hath abandoned from famine and fear; <br>Which the snake and the lizard inhabit alone, <br>With the twilight bat from the yawning stone; <br>Where grass, nor herb, nor shrub takes root, <br>Save poisonous thorns that pierce the foot; <br>And the bitter-melon, for food and drink,<br>Is the pilgrim's fare by the salt lake's brink:<br>A region of drought, where no river glides,<br>Nor rippling brook with osiered sides; <br>Where sedgy pool, nor bubbling fount, <br>Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount, <br>Appears, to refresh the aching eye: <br>But the barren earth, and the burning sky, <br>And the black horizon, round and round, <br>Spread -- void of living sight or sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here, while the night-winds round me sigh, <br>And the stars burn bright in the midnight sky, <br>As I sit apart by the desert stone, <br>Like Elijah at Horeb's cave alone, <br>'A still small voice' comes through the wild <br>(Like a Father consoling his fretful Child),<br>Which banishes bitterness, wrath, and fear, --<br>Saying -- MAN IS DISTANT, BUT GOD IS NEAR!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Pringle">Thomas Pringle</a><div class=q>
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With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side: 
When the sorrows of life the soul o'ercast, 
And, sick of the Present, I cling to the Past; 
When the eye is suffused with regretful tears, 
From the fond recollections..."></div>
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