Cry, The Beloved Country


Cry, the beloved country,
for the unborn child that's the inheritor of our fear.
Let him not love the earth too deeply,
let him not laugh too gladly
when the water runs through his fingers,
nor stand too silent when the setting sun
makes red the veld with fire.
Let him not be too moved
when the birds of his land are singing,
nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley.
For fear will rob him if he gives too much.

*** Written by Alan Paton ***

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