Dear Africa By Michael Dei-Anang

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Dear Africa

By

Michael Dei-Anang

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Awake, thou sleeping heart! 

Awake, and kiss 

The love-lorn brow 

Of this ebon lass, 

Dear Africa, 

Whose virgin charms 

Ensnare the love-lit hearts 

Of venturing youth 

From other lands.

Awake, sweet Africa 

Demands thy 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 thy door.