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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Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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