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And now to you whose story I have vainly tried to tell, / With lisping tongue and faltering pen, wherever you may dwell, / O'ershadowed by the Southern Cross, or camping in the wild, / The fellows who the city's rush and cares have ne'er defiled.
In weary lands I've seemed to roam again as yesterday, / And pierced the shadowed silence of the fallen in the fray.