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LIVINGSTONE'S LAST PRAYER.
On his bent knees, in attitude of prayer,They found him,—those brave Africans; his head
Bowed low between his hands upon the bed.
They listened, but no voice stirred the night air;
They looked, but saw no motion anywhere;
Awe struck, they touched him—he was cold and dead;
His noble spirit up to Heaven had fled,
And left his weary body kneeling there.
And there through all the ages will he kneel,
As if for his loved Africa to plead;
And with his out-poured hero-life appeal
To Heaven and earth till God and man give heed;
And that dark continent from East to West,
With rising beams of Gospel light is blest.
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