An angel stood beside the bed
Where lay the living and the dead.
He gave the mother — her who died —
A kiss that Christ the Crucified
Had sent to greet the weary soul
When, worn and faint, it reached its goal.
There came a stranger to Walgett town,
To Walgett town when the sun was low,
And he carried a thirst that was worth a crown,
Yet how to quench it he did not know;