The free-born Kosa still doth hold
The fields his fathers held of old;
With club and spear, in jocund ranks,
Still hunts the elk by Chumi’s banks:
By Keisi’s meads his herds are lowing;
On Deb
(Thomas Pringle)
More Poetry from Thomas Pringle:
- The Bechuana Boy (Thomas Pringle Poems)
- Afar in the Desert (Thomas Pringle Poems)
- The Lion Hunt (Thomas Pringle Poems)
- The Slave Dealer (Thomas Pringle Poems)
- Makanna's Gathering (Thomas Pringle Poems)
- The Caffer Commando (Thomas Pringle Poems)