Changed to silver on her throat.

Let us watch the dancers go;

She is dancing in the row.

Sweetest flower that ever was,

I shall give you as I pass,

Heliotrope.

 [Pg 28] KARAGWE, AN AFRICAN.

[Pg 28]

PART FIRST.

This is his story as I gathered it;

This

The simple story of a plain, true man.

I cling with Abraham Lincoln to the fact,

That they who make a nation truly great

Are plain men, scattered in each walk of life.

To them, my words. And if I cut, perchance.

Against the rind of prejudice, and disclose

The fruit of truth, it is for the love of truth;

And truth, I hold with Joubert, to consist

In seeing things and persons as God sees.

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