Alan Paton
Alan Paton
Alan Stewart Patonwas a South African author and anti-apartheid activist...
NationalitySouth African
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 January 1903
sorrow may cry-the-beloved-country
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.
country hate heart
I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.
broken tragedy cry-the-beloved-country
The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.
goes-on cry-the-beloved-country destroying
It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.
eye cry-the-beloved-country
Happy the eyes that can close
country children hate
There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom. 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. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.
running lovely cry-the-beloved-country
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills...
men hands cry-the-beloved-country
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
fool cry-the-beloved-country quiet
Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
cry-the-beloved-country beloved-country one-thing
There is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love.
dawn cry-the-beloved-country failing
For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.
names rivers cry-the-beloved-country
Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.
secret dawn cry-the-beloved-country
But when the dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.
country children giving
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply... For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.