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To the GENIUS of AFRICA.

 O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weightOf waters to old Nile's majestic tide; Or o'er the dark sepulchral plainRecallest Carthage in her ancient pride, The Mistress of the Main;Hear Genuis, hear thy Children's cry! Not always should'st thou love.to brood Stern o'er the desert solitudeWhere seas of sand toss their hot surges high; Nor Genius should the midnight songDetain thee in some milder mood The palmy plains amongWhere Gambia to the torches lightFlows radiant thro' the awaken'd night,
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