O, my country, my country! <br />How long I for thee, <br />Far over the mountain, <br />Far over the sea. <br />Where the sweet Joliba, <br />Kisses the shore, <br />Say, shall I wander <br />By thee never more? <br />Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, <br />Say, shall I wander by thee never more. <br /> <br />Say, O fond Zurima, <br />Where dost thou stay? <br />Say, doth another <br />List to thy sweet lay? <br />Say, doth the orange still <br />Bloom near our cot? <br />Zurima, Zurima, <br />Am I forgot? <br />O, my country, my country, how long I for thee, <br />Far over the mountain, far over the sea. <br /> <br />Under the baobab <br />Oft have I slept, <br />Fanned by sweet breezes <br />That over me swept. <br />Often in dreams <br />Do my weary limbs lay <br />'Neath the same baobab, <br />Far, far away. <br />O, my country, my country, how long I for thee, <br />Far over the mountain, far over the sea. <br /> <br />O, for the breath <br />Of our own waving palm, <br />Here, as I languish, <br />My spirit to calm- <br />O, for a draught <br />From our own cooling lake, <br />Brought by sweet mother, <br />My spirit to wake. <br />O, my country, my country, how long I for thee, <br />Far over the mountain, far over the sea.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zaza-the-female-slave/
