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Out by the far west-waters, / On the sea-land of the South, / Untombed the bones of a white man lay, / Slowly crumbling to kindred clay -- / Sad prayer from Death's mute mouth! [1]
Alone, far from his people, / The sun of his life went down. / A cry for help? No time -- not a prayer: / As red blood splashed thro' riven hair, / His soul rose to Heaven's throne.