A lovely, noble face with sweeping beard,

And hair that trailed in beauty round his neck;

A patient man, whose deeds were always good.

Whose words were brave for freedom and mankind.

IX.

In passing through the grounds of Richard Wain,

Karagwe found, upon a plat of grass,

Some sheets of paper fastened at the ends,

Blown from the house, he thought, or thrown away.

The sheets were closely written on and sealed.

Here was a long-sought opportunity

To learn the older letters of the pen.

That night the writings, wrapped about the Book,

Were safe within the hollow of the tree.

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All day he dreamed, "What token shall I give.

That she will know my thought and understand."

He caught at last a velvet honey-bee,

Weighed down with its gold treasure in its belt,

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