My hope is lighted when I behold
My hope is lighted when I behold the cliffs of Ducor, For standing loftily over the Atlantic’s roar it gives me vigor And makes my patriotism even bold. My hope is lighted when I behold The Nimba Mountains, For in Nimba are treasures untold, Aye! But the mien they are drained Interrupts this hope I behold. My hope is lighted when I behold the Liberian green forest Where the pigmy hippo and the Black Mamba make their abode, and the Gola Malimba weaves her nest Like in the blessed paradise of old. My hope is lighted when I behold the Lofa River For from its banks come pure gold as it meanders Down to the Atlantic’s shore. My hope is lighted when I behold my country in renewed peace. For again the Lone Star can shine bright and bold Amidst her colleagues Towards a future my hope did behold. By: Richard Fatorma Ngafuan