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A man with a mission in land afar
To take his faith, become a star
And show the Afrikan the straight and narrow
Highlight slavery and end its sorrow

From Scottish gray town he did hail
And joined the child force in the mill
To work long hours and even school
Learn religion and science, that was cool

The paternal impact was very strong
Religious roots and sense of wrong
To reflect his own childhood labor
And equate it with that in Africa

Impelled to seek trade routes there
And rid slave trade ones, that was fair
To map the Nile, new places to search
And quit mission ties with the kirk

Missing for six years, his absence felt
To find lost Dave, Stanley’s intent
Robbed, humiliated and four years sick
Livingston’s adventure was not quite so slick

Stanley found him by a lake
It was the doctor, no mistake
The only white for miles around
There was David safe and sound

No need for Stanley’s assumption
Nor the teeniest bit of presumption
Stanley’s request for him to return
Was refused and decidedly spurned

Africa was his lifetime’s vision
Conversion and discovery, his mission
Africa’s greatest missionary remained
With only one convert to his name

His convert Sechel was taught to read
Then translate the Bible for his tribe
But continued with polygamy
Completely rejecting monogamy



Livingstone succumbed to malaria
As well as a bad dose of dysentry
He died of African agues, that’s all
His heart removed interred in soil

His remains transferred to English land
A hero’s welcome and  burial grand
But heart affirmed in African ground
His name forever there renowned

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