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Lost on the prairie.
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"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!