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- From deserts wild and many a pathless wood
Of savage climes where I have wandered long,14 lines - The Bushman sleeps within his black-browed den,
In the lone wilderness. Around him lie14 lines - Lo! where he crouches by the cleugh's dark side,
Eyeing the farmer's lowing herds afar;14 lines - Mild, melancholy, and sedate, he stands,
Tending another's flock upon the fields,14 lines - Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!
Call our friends to the field -- for the Lion is near!48 lines - Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,
And fields of foodful grain;36 lines - Hark! -- heard ye the signals of triumph afar?
'Tis our Caffer Commando returning from war:26 lines - Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:100 lines
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