<h4><SPAN name="AFRICA" id="AFRICA"></SPAN>AFRICA</h4>
<p>A sleepy people, without priests or kings,<br/>
Dreamed here, men say, to drive us to the sea:<br/>
O let us drive ourselves! For it is free<br/>
And smells of honour and of English things.<br/>
How came we brawling by these bitter springs,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We of the North?—two kindly nations—we?</span><br/>
Though the dice rattles and the clear coin rings,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here is no place for living men to be.</span><br/>
Leave them the gold that worked and whined for it,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let them that have no nation anywhere</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Be native here, and fat and full of bread;</span><br/>
But we, whose sins were human, we will quit<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The land of blood, and leave these vultures there,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Noiselessly happy, feeding on the dead.</span><br/>
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