BEATEN back in sad dejection, br After years of weary toil br On that burning hot selection br Where the drought has gorged his spoil. br br All in vain ’gainst him, the vulture, br I have battled without rest— br In the van of agriculture, br Marching out into the West. br br Now the eagle-hawks are feeding br On my perished stock that reek br Where the water-holes receding br Long had left the burning creek.