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Beside the ungathered rice he lay, / His sickle in his hand; / His breast was bare, his matted hair / Was buried in the sand. / Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, / He saw his Native Land.
Wide through the landscape of his dreams / The lordly Niger flowed; / Beneath the palm-trees on the plain / Once more a king he strode; / And heard the tinkling caravans / Descend the mountain-road.