O Tan-faced Prairie Boy

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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