Somebody’s Darling

Somebody’s Darling
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Into a ward of the whitewashed walls,
Where the dead and dying lay-
Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls-
Somebody’s darling was borne one day
Somebody’s darling! So young and so brave,
Wearing still on his pale, sweet face,
Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave
The lingering light of his boyhood’s grace

Matted and damp are the curls of gold,
Kissing the snow of that fair young brow;
Pale are the lips, of delicate mold-
Somebody’s darling is dying now!
Back from the beautiful blue veined face
Brush every wandering, silken thread;
Cross his hands as a sign of grace-
Somebody’s darling is still and deadl

Kiss him once for somebody’s sake;
Murmur a prayer, soft and low;
One bright curl from the cluster take-
They were somebody’s pride, you know
Somebody’s hand had rested there:
Was it a mother’s, soft and white?
And have the lips of a sister fair
Been baptized in those waves of light?

God knows best! He was somebody’s love:
Somebody’s heart enshrined him there;
Somebody wafted his name above
Night and morn on the wings of prayer;
Somebody wept when he marched away
Looking so handsome, brave, and grand:
Somebody’s kiss on his forehead lay:
Somebody clung to his parting hand

Somebody’s watching and waiting for him
Yearning to hold him again to her heart;
There he lies with his blue eyes dim
And smiling, childish lips apart
Tenderly bury the fair young dead,
Pausing to drop on his grave a tear;
Carve on the wooden slab at his head:
“Somebody’s darling lies burled here!”