John Oxenham

Livingstone’s Soliloquy

   “My heart to-day
   Is strangely full of home!
   How is it
   With the dear ones over there?
   Five years!
   Five long-drawn years!
   And one short moment is enough
       To alter life’s complexion for eternity!
   Home! Home! Home!
 
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   How is it with you all
   At Home?
 
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   And you, my dearest one,
   Are ever nearer to me than the rest!
   Your body lies
   Beneath the baobab
   In far Shapanga;
   But your soul is ever nearest
   When I need you most.
   Where a man’s treasure is
   His heart is.
   And half my heart is buried there with you,
   And half works on for Africa.
   Home! Home! Home!
 
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   Why should such thought of home
   Drag at my heart to-day?
   Why should I longer roam?
   Why should I not go home?
   Five years of toilsome wanderings
   May claim a rest!
 
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   Nay! God knows best!
   When He sees well
   He’ll take me home and give me well-earned rest.
   The work is not yet done.
   This land of Night
   Is not yet fully opened to the Son
   And His fair Light.
   But—when the work is done—
   Ah—then!—how gladly will I go—
   Home!—Home—Home!—
   To rest!”
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