He came to the desert of London town
⁠Grey miles long;
He wandered up and he wandered down,
⁠Singing a quiet song.

He came to the desert of London town,
⁠Mirk miles broad;
He wandered up and he wandered down.
⁠Ever alone with God.

There were thousands and thousands of human kind
⁠In this desert of brick and stone:
But some were deaf and some were blind,
⁠And he was there alone.

At length the good hour came; he died
⁠As he had lived, alone:
He was not missed from the desert wide,
⁠Perhaps he was found at the Throne.

1866.