Posted by: Oklahoma Sun | December 7, 2010

Lost On The Prairie.

Lost On The Prairie.

Rose Terry [Cooke]. Poems, 1861.


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, 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!
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.
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,—
“Here, here! not dead, but living!”
God! Thy goodness—what can I pray?
Blessed more in this second giving,
Laid in happier arms to-day.
Oh, my baby, my child, my darling!
Wolf and snake and the lonely tree
Still are rustling, hissing, snarling;
Here’s my baby come back to me!

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