“‘Beautiful,’ then, let it be,” they cried. “Let us go and tell mother, and ask her to give us something for our beauty to eat,” and they all trooped out of the stable.
—Marshall Saunders.
By permission of the Standard Publishing Co.
SOMEBODY’S DARLING
Into a ward of the whitewashed halls
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,