And Ethiopia is no more,
Who from her earthly garden's bed
Her golden fruits of glory bore!
Ah! she was trampled by her foes,
They trampled her with fruits and seeds,
Beneath the garden's bed where rose
Her power now overgrown with weeds.
Ye who're of her posterities
Till, till the bed where she has lain;
And from her seeds a thousand trees
Shall rise to Ethiope again!
Published in The Messenger, May 1925