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And his death came in December, / When our summer was aglow -- / Like a song that we remember, / Like a child's dream long ago, / And it brought Australia to him, / Her sweetest singer dead, / While in silence friends who knew him / Bowed their heads beside his bed.
Angel Death comes softly stealing / When the watchers' eyes are dim, / And, when all has failed in healing / Wounded heart or helpless limb -- / With a whisper we may hear not / 'Till with "Adsum" we respond, / And a vision we shall fear not / Of the Peaceful Land beyond.
While Australians in their blindness / Fail to realize their loss, / Place the wreath of loving kindness / And raise the simple cross. / For he taught us to be brothers / And he taught us to be brave -- / And we'll banish pride and envy / With a hand-clasp by his grave.