Your heart house the grit and the guts,
But you aren't ready to respond tooth for tooth
Africa told me you are combative And stubborn
But you instead coil yourself into a rag ...
Hark to the echo of Time-s footsteps; gone
Thise moments are into the unseen grave
Of ages. Thy have vanished nameless. None,
While they are deep under the eddying wave
Of the chaotic past, shall placea stone
Sacred to these, the nurses of the brave,
The mighty, and the good. Futurity
Broods on the ocean, hatching -neath her wing
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