Poems of Thomas Pringle
|1.||Afar in the Desert||1/3/2003|
|3.||Song of the Wild Bushman||1/3/2003|
|4.||The Bechuana Boy||1/3/2003|
|7.||The Caffer Commando||1/3/2003|
|9.||The Emigrant's Farewell||5/28/2012|
|12.||The Lion Hunt||1/3/2003|
|13.||The Slave Dealer||1/3/2003|
|14.||To Sir Walter Scott||1/3/2003|
The Caffer Commando
Hark! -- heard ye the signals of triumph afar?
'Tis our Caffer Commando returning from war:
The voice of their laughter comes loud on the wind,
Nor heed they the curses that follow behind.
For who cares for him, the poor Kosa, that wails
Where the smoke rises dim from yon desolate vales --
That wails for his little ones killed in the fray,
And his herds by the Colonist carried away?
Or who cares for him that once pastured this spot,