O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy

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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
      the recruits,
  You came, taciturn, with nothing to give—we but look’d on each other,
  When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.


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