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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Makanna's Gathering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wake! Amakósa, wake!<br>And arm yourselves for war.<br>As coming winds the forest shake,<br>I hear a sound from far:<br>It is not thunder in the sky,<br>Nor lion's roar upon the hill,<br>But the voice of HIM who sits on high,<br>And bids me speak his will!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bids me call you forth,<br>Bold sons of Káhabee,<br>To sweep the White Men from the earth,<br>And drive them to the sea:<br>The sea, which heaved them up at first,<br>For Amakósa's curse and bane,<br>Howls for the progeny she nurst,<br>To swallow them again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! 'tis UHLANGA'S voice<br>From Debè's mountain caves!<br>He calls you now to make your choice --<br>To conquer or be slaves:<br>To meet proud Amanglézi's guns,<br>And fight like warriors nobly born:<br>Or, like Umláo's feeble sons,<br>Become the freeman's scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come, ye Chieftains bold,<br>With war-plumes waving high;<br>Come, every warrior young and old,<br>With club and assagai.<br>Remember how the spoiler's host<br>Did through our land like locusts range!<br>Your herds, your wives, your comrades lost --<br>Remember -- and revenge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fling your broad shields away --<br>Bootless against such foes;<br>But hand to hand we'll fight to-day,<br>And with their bayonets close.<br>Grasp each man short his stabbing spear --<br>And, when to battle's edge we come,<br>Rush on their ranks in full career,<br>And to their hearts strike home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wake! Amakósa, wake!<br>And muster for the war:<br>The wizard-wolves from Keisi's brake,<br>The vultures from afar,<br>Are gathering at UHLANGA'S call,<br>And follow fast our westward way --<br>For well they know, ere evening-fall,<br>They shall have glorious prey!</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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And arm yourselves for war.
As coming winds the forest shake,
I hear a sound from far:
It is not thunder in the sky,
Nor lion's roar upon the hill,
But the voice of HIM who sits on high,
And bids me speak his will!

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