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 here; 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 the blue eyes dim, And smiling, child-like 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 buried here!"完
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