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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IX, Issue 481, 3 June 1867, Page 3

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“ SOMEBODY’S DAELING." exquisite little poem,” Fays the xvew xorlc Home J./avual, “by Miss Maria Lacoste, Savannah, Ga., will commend itself by its torching pathos to ail readers, 'the iu-'-ideut it vutaiuemo■ rates was unfortnaately but too couiuiou in both [American] armies St-' ' ri “'ari of I'uO tvhiie“as!!*>l •• ■ ’ 6; Whur.) ths dead and the dyiog lay, iloundta by bayonets, sheiis, and bans, Somebody's darliug was borne one day. Bomebody's darling! So yours and so brave, ’d earing still on his pale swec: face. Boon to bid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace. Matted and damp are Ilia curls cf gold, Kissing the snow of that fair young brow; Pa.e are the lie's of aehcale inoal.; Somebody’s darling is dying now. Back from the beautiful bUuT-veiuod fac® Brush every wandering silken thread; Cross hts hands as a sign of grace Somebody’s darling is still and dead. Kiss him once far Somebody's sake, Murmur a piayer soft and low, Cue bright curl from the duster take— They were Somebody's pride, you kuojv, Bomebody's baud hath rested mere ; H as it a mother’s, soft ur.d white ? And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in those waves of light? God knows best. He was Somebody’s lore, Bomebody’s heart enshrined him there ; Somebody wafted his name above, Night and mom on the lips of prayer, Homebody wept when he marched away. Looking bo handsome, brave, and grand; Bomebody’s kiss on his forehead lay ; homebody clung to bis x’arting hand. Bomebody's watching and waiting for him’, Yearning to hold him again to her heart; J There lie lies-with the blue eyes dim, And smiling, childlike lips apart.. Tenderly bury the fair tonus dead, Pausing to drop on h s grave a tear; Carve on the wooden slab at its head—“Somalia:!y’« i’ari'uuj ti.es buried here,'’