Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
When the sorrows of life the soul o’ercast,
And, sick of the Present, I cling to the Past;
When the eye is suffused with regretful tears,
From the fond recollections of former years;
And shadows of things that have long since fled
Flit over the brain, like the ghosts of the dead:
Bright visions of glory — that vanish too soon;
Day-dreams — that departed ere manhood’s noon;
Attachments — by fate or by falsehood reft;
Companions of early days — lost or left;
And my Native Land — whose magical name
Thrills to the heart like electric flame;
The home of my childhood; the haunts of my prime;
All the passions and scenes of that rapturous time
When the feelings were young and the world was new,
Like the fresh bowers of Eden unfolding to view;
All — all now forsaken — forgotten — foregone!
And I — a lone exile remembered of none —
My high aims abandoned, — my good acts undone, —
— Aweary of all that is under the sun, —
With that sadness of heart which no stranger may scan,
I fly to the Desert afar from man!
Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
When the wild turmoil of this wearisome life,
With its scenes of oppression, corruption, and strife —
The proud man’s frown, and the base man’s fear, —
The scorner’s laugh, and the sufferer’s tear —
And malice, and meanness, and falsehood, and folly,
Dispose me to musing and dark melancholy;
When my bosom is full, and my thoughts are high,
And my soul is sick with the bondman’s sigh —
Oh! then there is freedom, and joy, and pride,
Afar in the Desert alone to ride!
There is rapture to vault on the champing steed,
And to bound away with the eagle’s speed,
With the death-fraught firelock in my hand —
The only law of the Desert Land!
Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
Away — away from the dwellings of men,
By the wild deer’s haunt, by the buffalo’s glen;
By valleys remote where the oribi plays,
Where the gnu, the gazelle, and the hart
(Thomas Pringle)
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