Somebody's Boy
List to the ring of the midnight song!
'Tis somebody's boy;
The winds give to every wild echo a tongue.
Yes, somebody's boy;
The witch of the revel has waved her wand
Over somebody's boy;
And the spirit of evil has clasped the hand
Of somebody's boy.
Comes now a yell on the midnight air
From somebody's boy;
Is somebody's boy.
Foul is the bed, madly dark the dank cell,
Where somebody's boy
Is writhing in torture, the veriest hell,
Yet, somebody's boy.
Waiting and watching, a mother's eyes weep
For somebody's boy;
The vigil, dear Father, O help her to keep!
For somebody's boy.
Throw round him, and over, thy Spirit to save,--
This somebody's boy,
Ere fiends for his lost soul shall hollow the grave
Of somebody's boy.
Fill with thy Spirit, too, our hearts we pray,
That somebody's boy
We may watch for, and snatch from the death-trodden way,
Yes, somebody's boy.
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