Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-09-03
POETRY
The Captive of Camalu."
by PRlNGLE.

o C~amalu-green Camalu
Twas there ! fed my fathers flock,
Beside the mount where cedars threw
At dawn their shadows from the rock;
There tended ! my fathers flock
Along the grassy-margined rills,
Or chased The bounding boatehok
With hound and spear among the hills.
Green Camalu ! methinks I view
The lilies in thy meadows growing;
/ see thy waters bright and blue
Beneath the pale-leaved willows flowing /;
] hear along the valleys lowing,
The heifers vending to the fold,
And jOcand herd-boys, loudly blowing
The horn, to mimic hunters bold.
Mtthinks | see the unboba-tree
That shades the village chieftain's cot;
The evening smoke curls lovingly
Above that calm and pleasant spot.
My father Ha! | had forgot
The old man rests in slumber deep;
Mysmotherl Ay! she answers not
Her heart is hushed in dreamless sleep.
My brothers, too-green Camalu,
Repose they by thy quiet tide!
Ay! there they ~sleep-where white men slew,
And left them-iying side by side.
No pity had those men of pride,
They fred the huts above the dying
White bones bcstrew that valley wide
wish that mine were with them lying.
/ envy you, my Camalu,
Ye wild bears on the woody hills;
Though tigers there their prey pursue,
And vultures Stake in blood their bills,
The heart may strive with Natures ills,
TO Natures common doom resigned;
Death the frail body only kills
But thraldom brutifes the mind.
Oh, wreiched-fato !-hea rt..desola.e,
A captive in the spoilers hand,
To serve the tyrant whom | hate
To crouch beneath his proud command.
Upon my flesh to hear his brand
His blows, his bitter scorn 10 bide =
Would God, | in my native land
Had with my.slaughtered brothers died !
Ye mountains blue Of Cantalu,
Where once | fed nv fathers flock,
Though desolaiion dwtlls with you,
And Amakosa's heart is broke,
Yet, spite of chains, these limbs that mock,
My homeless heart to you doth fly
AS flies the wild dove To the rock,
TO hide its wounded breast-and die
Yet e'er my spirit wings its flight
Unto deaths silent s~hadowy cline,
Utiko! Lord of lifesand light,
Who, high above the clouds Of Time,
Calm sittest where yon hosts sublime
Ofstars wheel round thy bright abode,
Oh, let my cry unto thee climb,
Uf every race the Father-God! .
j ask not judgments from thy hand
Destroying hail or parching drought,
Or lccnst-swarms 10 waste the land,
Or Pestilence by famine brought;
| say the prayer Jakannat taught, do
Who wept for Anakosa's wrongs
''Thy kingdom come-thy will be wrought;
For unto Thee all power belongs"
Thy kingdom come! Let light and grace
Throughout all lands in triumph go;
Till pride and strife to love give place,
And blood and tears forget to flow;
Till Europe mourns for Afric's wo,
And DER the deep her arms extend ~
To lift her where she lieth low
And prove, indeed, her Christian friend
--
~Camalu is a glen at the source Of the
Kat river. The Captive of Camalu" is
supposed to express the feelings Of some of
those Caffres and Chonaquas converted by
the Missionary Williams, who, after the de-
vastating wars of 1918, 1919, were forced to
become bondmen among the Doors, or i'm
prisoned in Robber Island.-See Phillips's
Researches, PIP. l9o-l92.
The Cafffe name for DR.. Vanderkemp,