Rosalie the Prairie Flower

On the distant prairie
Where the heather wild
In its quiet beauty lived and smiled
Stands a little cottage
And a creeping vine
Loves around its porch to twine
In that peaceful dwelling was a lovely child
With her blue eyes beaming soft and mild
And the wavy ringlets of her flaxon hair
Floating in the summer air
Fair as a lily, joyous and free
Light of that prairie home was she
Everyone who knew her, felt the gently power
Of Rosalie the prairie flower
On that distant prairie
When the days were long
Tripping like a fairy, sweet her song
With the sunny blossoms
And the birds at play
Beautiful and bright as they
When the twilight shadows gathered in the west
And the voice of nature sank to rest
Like a cherub kneeling seemed the lovely child
With her gentle eyes so mild
Fair as a lily, joyous and free
Light of that prairie home was she
Everyone who knew her, felt the gentle power
Of Rosalie the prairie flower
But the summer faded
And a chilly blast
Over that happy cottage swept at last
When the autums song birds
Woke the dewy morn
Little prairie flower was gone
For the angels whispered softly in her ear
«Child thy father calls thee stay not here»
And they gentle bore her, robed in spotless white
To their blissful home of light
Though we shall never look on her more
Gone with the love and joy she bore
Far away she’s blooming, in a fadeless bower
Sweet Rosalie the prairie flower