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The African Prince

IT was a king in Africa,

He had an only son;

And none of Europe's crowned

Could have a dearer one.

With good cane arrows five feet long,

And with a shining bow,

When but a boy, to the palm

Would that young hunter go.

And home he brought white ivory,

And many a spotted hide:

When leopards fierce and

Beneath his arrows died.

Around his arms, around his brow,

A shining bar was rolled;

It was to mark his royal blood,

He wore that bar of gold.

And often at his father's feet,

The evening he would pass;

When, weary of the hunt, he

Upon the scented grass.

Alas! it was an evil day,

When such a thing could be:

When strangers, pale and terrible,

Came o'er the distant sea.

They found the young prince mid the woods,

The palm woods deep and dark:

That day his lion-hunt was done,

They bore him to their bark.

They bound him in a narrow hold,

With others of his kind;

For weeks did that accursed

Sail on before the wind.

Now shame upon the cruel wind,

And on the cruel sea,

That did not with some mighty storm,

Set those poor captives free:

Or, shame to those weak thoughts, so

To have their wilful way:

God knoweth what is best for all—The winds and seas obey.

At length a lovely island

From out the ocean wave;

They took him to the market-place,

And sold him for a slave.

Some built them homes, and in the

Of flowered and fragrant trees,

They half forgot the palm-hid

They left far o'er the seas.

But he was born of nobler blood,

And was of nobler kind;

And even unto death, his

For its own kindred pined.

There came to him a seraph

With eyes of gentlest blue:

If there are angels in high heaven,

Earth has its angels too.

She cheered him with her holy words,

She soothed him with her tears;

And pityingly she spoke with

Of home and early years.

And when his heart was all

By kindness into love,

She taught him from this weary

To look in faith above.

She told him how the Saviour

For man upon the tree;"He suffered," said the holy child,"For you as well as me."Sorrow and death have need of faith—The African believed;

As rain falls fertile on the

Those words his soul received.

He died in hope as only

Who die in Christ depart—One blessed name within his lips,

One hope within his heart.

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (14 August 1802 – 15 October 1838) was an English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L.E.L.

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