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Now all are gone, I kneel alone. A little lass comes running swift To set her baho by a stone And beg of heaven some childish gift— A little lass with flying hair, Such as might answer all my prayer. The baho feathers float and flow, Trembling, outstretched like begging palms; The sacred meal lies spread below; They ask from heaven a varied alms; My one prayer mounts to Him on high: “Lord, give me children or I die.599 Public Ceremonies o f Baho (Prayer Stick) Planting 673
