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These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.

Alan Paton

There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.
ALAN PATON

Cry Done Hundred Must Thousand Voice
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
ALAN PATON

All God Hand His Man Sinful Well
One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue
ALAN PATON

Begun Continue Finish One Something Thing
Such lightening and thunder will come there has never been seen before, bringing death and destruction.
ALAN PATON

Been Before Bring Come Death Destructive Lighten never Such Thunder
Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing.
ALAN PATON

Bird Land Move Sing
Building on the mistakes of the past and the energy generated by reconciliation to create a new future.
ALAN PATON

Build Create Future Generate Mistake Past Reconciliation
When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven’t any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for?
ALAN PATON

Any Big Go Intention Judge Say Will Wound
What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?
ALAN PATON

Beat Broke Death Down Flesh Heart Knife Living Thrust
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
ALAN PATON

Hill Into Lovely Road Run Xopo
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
ALAN PATON

Hill Lovely Raed Run
Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival.
ALAN PATON

Arrival Fear Journey Sorrow Terribly
And were your back as broad as heaven, and your purse full of gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is nothing you can do.
ALAN PATON

Back Broad Compassion Full Gold Heaven Nothing Purse Reach
We do not work for men. We work for the land and the people. We do not even work for money.
ALAN PATON

Men Work
Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved.
ALAN PATON

Aloud Aye Bereaved Children Custom Dead Law Tribe Woman
The tragedy is not that things are broken.
ALAN PATON

Broken Thing Tragedy
The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and thats why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.
ALAN PATON

Capitulate Country Destroy Go Himself Nowhere Rather

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