Kenya my small world of fear
Have you ever taken time to see what surrounds us?
Or have you closed your eyes ingorably because you prefer to be blind?
Do you admit that precious Kenya is falling apart?
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.