Classic Poem

My prairie flowers! my prairie flowers!
Oh! they are dear to me;
They grew beside thy western home,
And gathered were by thee.

My prairie flowers! my prairie flowers!
We'll never, never part;
But when I'm lone and desolate,
I'll wear them near my heart.

And they will my companions be,
The flowers I love so dear;
And they will often speak to me,
For their spirit hovers near.

My prairie flowers! my prairie flowers!
They may glad another's eye;
But can't be loved as I love them,
With me then let them die.