Davis, Ella M. “Prairie Candles.” Canadian Poetry Magazine 2.3 (1937): 36-7.
The spired sun rode down to-night
Between attending spears of light;
Giant prairie candles cold,
Lighted from his flaming gold.
Candles that Great Mantou burns
For hunter who no more returns,
For runner lost and sachem slain
In ancient hazards of the plain.
For courage that could not prevail
Against misfortunes of the trail,
And whited things, whate’er their kind,
The mocking blizzard leaves behind.
The prairie candles hang on high,
And flank the sun across the sky
For all who gave, with toil and tears,
Their forfeit to the coming years.