Great expectations brought him here
But disappointment welcomed him,
And when the wealth across the seas
Did not extend into his hand
He put them to good work, to build
A chapel made of thatch.
And slowly, from his backyard’s soil,
That church of thatch soon stood tall,
Though humble, and opened its doors
To receive the eager ones
Who’d come to fill their purses and
Found their spirits empty.
If you go to where he lived,
A place divided by the Swan
From the west state’s other hubs,
You will see there that church, once thatch,
Then shingles, still in place where great
Disappointment stood up and built.