Francis Carey Slater, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ To soothe life's sorrows and relieve its pain! "Therefore be not cast down nor yet afraid, For if in singing thou dost ever strive To comfort fellow travellers thro' life's glade, "To cheer them on, their failing hopes revive With the glad tinkle of thy simple lays, Thine efforts shall be blest; thy songs survive "In some fond hearts. ”
Francis Carey Slater, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ Thro' echoing forests,—thus it spake to me: "Fear not, O dreamer! not o'er mountains high "Of thought sublime, nor yet thro' the deep sea Of knowledge doth Poesy's Palace lie; But in the plains of Life, where live and die "Mankind, in joy and sorrow, smiles and tears, In aspirations great, in longings vain, In strife and sin, in gloomy doubts and fears ”
Francis Carey Slater, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ Bright blooms the sun on the grass-glad meadow, Bright blooms the sun in the fern-fond rill; Sun-rays dart thro' the dream-haunted woodland, Sunbeams laugh on valley and hill. 'Zani 'nkomo, [7] whee-ou-whoo, come along my cattle; Whee-ou-whoo, come to the green hillside ”
