Into a ward of the whitewashed walls
Where the dead and the 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 hes 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 mould-
Somebody's daring 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 dead!
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 hath rested there;
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