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Strona 204 - 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 waiting and watching for him Yearning to hold him again to her heart And there he lies with his blue eyes dim. And the smiling child like life apart. Tenderly bury the fair young dead Pausing to drop on his grave a tear; Carve on the...
Strona 204 - 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 darling is dying now.
Strona 147 - O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North.
Strona 204 - Yearning to hold him again to her heart ; And there he lies, with his blue eyes dim, And the smiling, childlike 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 slumbers here.
Strona 204 - Or 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...
Strona 291 - Should strike a sudden hand in mine, And ask a thousand things of home ; And I should tell him all my pain, And how my life had drooped of late, And he should sorrow o'er my state, | And marvel what...
Strona 291 - And marvel what possess'd my brain; And I perceived no touch of change, No hint of death in all his frame, But found him all in all the same, I should not feel it to be strange.
Strona 103 - I'd borrow, And hope to-morrow Would end my woes. But as in wailing There's nought availing, And Death unfailing Will strike the blow, Then for that reason, And for a season, Let us be merry Before we go.
Strona 204 - God knows best ! He has 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...

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