", for the unborn child that is the inheritor of it all. Let him not love the earth to deeply. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give to much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he lives too much. Yes cry, cry, the beloved country" "Cry The Beloved Country" by Alan Paton. "Cry The Beloved Country" was a magnificent work of art and my words alone would do it an injustice. Its pages echo with the dirge of a battered country that has suffered far to much for ....