O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy - Poem by Walt Whitman
O TAN-FACED prairie-boy!
Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift;
Praises and presents came, and nourishing food--till at last, among
You came, taciturn, with nothing to give--we but look'd on each
When lo! more than all the gifts of the world, you gave me.
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