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Freetown, when GOD made thee. He made thy soil alone,
Then threw the rich remainder in the sea,
Small inlets cradled He, in jet black stone,
Small bays of transient blue he lulled to sleep,
Within jet rocks, filled from the Atlantic deep,
Then GOD let loose wee harbingers of song,
He scattered palms profusely o'er the ground,
Then grew tall grasses, who is happy mirth,
Reach up to kiss each palm tree that they found,
This is my gem !GOD whispered, this shall be,
To me a jewel in blue turquoise set,
Thus spake the mouth of life's Eternity,
There, tranquilly lies Freetown, even yet,
Then GOD couched, lion-like, each mighty hill,
Silent, they keep their watch o'er Freetown still silent.

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