A poem by
Walt Whitman, from his
Leaves of Grass.
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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.