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Source: Singleton Cemetery Note: Could be a rail engine. SITE SOURCE: SYDNEY FOLKLORE - SECTION 13: Transport EPITAPH FOR A STEAM ENGINEMy engine now is cold and stillNo water does my boiler fill My coke affords its flame no more My days of usefulness are over My wheels deny their want of speed No more my guiding hand they need My whistle too has lost its tone Its shrill and shrilling sounds are gone My valves are now thrown open wide My flanges all refuse to guide My clocks although once so strong Refuse their aid in the busy throng No more I feel each urging breath My steam is all condensed to death Life's railway over each station past In death I'm stripped and rest at last Farewell dear friends and cease to weep In Christ I'm safe – in him I sleep |