Africa still mocks America from her jungles. "Still, she
jeers, "with the dense darkness of my ignorance, I confound
your enlightenment. Still, with my sloth, I weigh down the
arms of your industry. Still, with my supineness, I hang
upon the wings of your aspiration. And in the very heart of
your imperial young republic I have planted, sure and deep,
the misery of this ancient curse I bear."
William Garrott Brown - The Lower South in American History
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Africa still mocks America from her jungles. "Still, she
jeers, "with the dense darkness of my ignorance, I confound
your enlightenment. Still, with my sloth, I weigh down the
arms of your industry. Still, with my supineness, I hang
upon the wings of your aspiration. And in the very heart of
your imperial young republic I have planted, sure and deep,
the misery of this ancient curse I bear."
William Garrott Brown - The Lower South in American History
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