THE PRAIRIE "DEER APPLE" 



Pink bunches of beauty, half-hid in the grasses, 

 Whisper good news to the deer as he passes ; 

 Gazelles of the prairies o'er wild wastes straying, 

 Ye may listen and hear a sweet summer voice saying, 

 "When weary and weakened with hunger ye grapple, 

 I lay at your feet, my prairie 'Deer apple." 



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