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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

By Frederick William Ophel

122 . His Epitaph

HE lies here. See the bush

All grey through grief for him;

Hoar scrub—like ashes cast—

Sprinkles the valley grim.

The salt-bush is his shroud,

Wide skies his only pall,

And in memoriam

A thousand stamp-heads fall.

Gold-lured to death—and yet

He would have had it so.

Say mass, sing requiem

With the grey bush—and go.

Quietly he has found,

Here in the Golden West,

The long-sought-for at last,

An El Dorado blest.