Even the dull eternal afternoon 

Lit dustily by sun on the Eastern side

Our dear old Mafeking gleams with hope.

What’s “hope plus”? Strong faith surely, not

Certainty none can have that, but sun

Strengthening its power on blue and golden doors

Brings me in heart so close to faith’s own heart:

The Father sees us, hears us; loving each other 

Opens the path by which His love comes to us. 

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