LOST ON THE PRAIRIE.
Oh, my baby, my child, my darling!
Lost and gone in the prairie wild;
Mad gray wolves from the forest snarling,
Snarling for thee, my little child!
Lost and gone in the prairie wild;
Mad gray wolves from the forest snarling,
Snarling for thee, my little child!
Lost, lost! gone forever!
Gay snakes rattled and charmed and sung;
On thy head the sun's fierce fever,
Dews of death on thy white lip hung!
Gay snakes rattled and charmed and sung;
On thy head the sun's fierce fever,
Dews of death on thy white lip hung!
Dead and pale in the moonlight's glory,
Cold and dead by the black oak-tree;
Only a small shoe, stained and gory,
Blood-red, tattered,—comes home to me.
Cold and dead by the black oak-tree;
Only a small shoe, stained and gory,
Blood-red, tattered,—comes home to me.
Over the grass that rolls, like ocean,
On and on to the blue, bent sky,
Something comes with a hurried motion,
Something calls with a choking cry,—
On and on to the blue, bent sky,
Something comes with a hurried motion,
Something calls with a choking cry,—
