Somebody’s darling is still and cold.
Kiss him once for somebody’s sake,
Murmur a prayer soft and low;
One bright curl from its fair mates 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 has somebody’s love;