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31 January | Sacred Readings v1

VI. THE PASSING OF ÓGUN.
Dawn came; and Ógun stood upon a hill
To Westward, and turned to take a last farewell
Of his old queen of cities—but white and dense.
O’er harbouring woods and unremembering Ífè
A mist was laid and blotted all. . Beyond,
As islands from a morning sea, arose
Two lone grey hills; and Ógun dreamed he saw
Again those early days, an age gone by… Continue reading

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30 January | Sacred Readings v1

VI. THE PASSING OF ÓGUN.
And in that cry King Ógun heard the doom…
And wearily
He spoke his last sad words: “My boyhood scarce
Had ended on Arámfè’s happy hills
When I came here with Odudúwa; with him,
Lovingly I watched this ancient city growing,
And planted the grand forests for a robe
For queenly Ífè. I have grown old with Ífè:
Sometimes I feel that Ógun did become… Continue reading

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29 January | Sacred Readings v1

VI. THE PASSING OF ÓGUN.

But murmurs rose
From the young men—suppressed at first, then louder—
Until their leader, gaining courage, cried:
“Empty our life has been—while from far plains,
Vibrant with the romance, the living lustre,
Orányan’s name bestows, great rumours came
To mock our laggard seasons; and each year
Mórimi’s festival recalls alike
The hero’s name and Ífè’s greatness. Must
All Ífè slumber that the old may… Continue reading

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28 January | Sacred Readings v1

VI. THE PASSING OF ÓGUN.

At length, Eléffon, the friend
Of Ógun, voiced the fond hopes of the old chiefs
Who feared Orányan and his coming day:
“Ours is the city of the shrines which guard
The spirits of the Gods, and all our ways
Are ordered by the Presences which haunt
The sacred precincts. The noise of war and tumult
Is far from those who dream beneath the… Continue reading

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27 January | Sacred Readings v1

VI. THE PASSING OF ÓGUN.

Doom brought me journeys, toils in darkness, wars
And yet more wars. Again the barren months
Are here: the wagtail lights upon the rock
The river hid; a lazy trickle moves
And in my age Arámfè’s promised peace
Gives back her stolen happiness to Ífè. . . .
And now, the sage Osányi is no more,
His charms forgotten: I cannot turn to stone… Continue reading