They left him alone in the wild woods to die
With the bright light of hope still unquenched in his eye
And courage undaunted still nerving his heart
As he saw his last friends of the desert depart

They left him alone in the forest to die
with no kind voice to cheer or respond to his sigh:
But o'er him unseen were descending in love
Bright spirits of heaven to waft him up above
To bear him away to their home in the skies
They wait round the brave youth with pitying eyes
To waft him from earth to a brighter reward
Than marble could offer, or monarchs award

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But previously on earth, we'll speak of his name
And time in his records will treasure his fame:
And maidens shall sin, with tear softened eye,
Of the young hero left in the desert to die.

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East Melbourne
23 November 1861.