Evening on the Prairie

Evening On The Prairie.
Mary D. McFadden
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Tonight, dear heart, when the smoke hangs low
Between my eyes and the sunset’s glow
My heart turns back from the futile town,
To the plains, where the dusk comes setting down
Over the prairie we used to know.

And once again round the prairle’s rlm,
I’ m watching the great blue cirlces skim,
Bounding the vastness, level and clean
Of a world, all luminous, quite and grand-
A world, wind-winnowed and good and green–
God’s bountiful, opulent prairie land!

And now, when sundown is cooling the air-
The prairie we know and love is fair,
And clouds of crimson and purple and gold
Are low to the westward, fold upon fold-
And oh! what hushes, from far and away,
Come close to the ground at the end of day!

No peak there catches the sunset gleam,
No light glint flashes from running stream;
Far through the distance, unchecked, the eyes
See only the plain and the golden skies,
And soul snd infinite, face to face,
Meet on this level of light and space!