midnights
Oh the tombs , the countless , countless tombs , where lie these breathin ' corpses ! How mothers weep over them ! how wives kneel , and beat their hearts out on the rocky barriers that separate them from their hearts ' love , their hearts ' desire ! How little starvin ' , naked children cower in their ghostly shadows through dark midnights ! How fathers weep for their children , dead to them , dead to honor , to shame , to humanity ! How the cries of the mourners ascend to the sweet heavens ! And less peaceful than the graves of the departed , these tombs themselves are full of the hopeless cries of the entombed , praying for help , praying for some strong hand to reach down and lift them out of their reeking , polluted , living death .