It was on the other side of the border
We were content and did not bother.
Plants blooming and rivers streaming
In a glimpse Mzantsi was no longer beaming
...
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.