Oh dawn
Where do you hide your pains at night
That cool breath, real scent,
With which you sweeten the early air?
O dawn
What language do u use,
To instruct the birds to sing,
Their early songs,
And insects to sound,
The rhythm of any African heartbeat?
O dawn
Where do u find the good will,
To speed the early traffic on its way,
Rouse the cold drunkard,
And send your Askaris and barking dogs,
To chase thieves to their dens?