| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 122. His Epitaph |
| | | By Frederick William Ophel |
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| HE lies here. See the bush | |
| All grey through grief for him; | |
| Hoar scrub—like ashes cast— | |
| Sprinkles the valley grim. | |
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| The salt-bush is his shroud, | 5 |
| Wide skies his only pall, | |
| And in memoriam | |
| A thousand stamp-heads fall. | |
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| Gold-lured to death—and yet | |
| He would have had it so. | 10 |
| Say mass, sing requiem | |
| With the grey bush—and go. | |
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| Quietly he has found, | |
| Here in the Golden West, | |
| The long-sought-for at last, | 15 |
| An El Dorado blest. | |
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