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DEAR AFRICA
Awake, thou sleeping heart!
Awake, and kiss
The love-lorn brow
Of this ebon lass
Dear Africa,
Whose virgin charms
Ensure the love-lit hearts
Of venturing youth
From other lands.
Awake, sweet Africa
Demand that love,
Thou sleeping heart!
When the all-summer sun
Paints the leafy boughs
With golden rays,
Know then, thou sleeping heart,
Dear Africa stands
Knocking at the door.
By Michael Dei-Anang
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