PROLOGUE.
Alone she sits, nor marks the dying day.
Alone on earth, she bows her weary head,
And dusky spirits bear her soul away;
A race extinct. The last Tasmanian dead.
Alone she sits, nor marks the dying day.
Alone on earth, she bows her weary head,
And dusky spirits bear her soul away;
A race extinct. The last Tasmanian dead.