The Young-Ones Gathered In From Hill And Dale, With Holiday Delight On Every Brow: 'Tis Passed Away; Far Other Thoughts Prevail; For They Are Taking The Baptismal Vow Upon Their Conscious Selves; Their Own Lips Speak The Solemn Promise. Strongest Sinews Fail, And Many A Blooming, Many A Lovely, Cheek Under The Holy Fear Of God Turns Pale; While On Each Head His Lawn-Robed Servant Lays An Apostolic Hand, And With Prayer Seals The Covenant. The Omnipotent Will Raise Their Feeble Souls; And Bear With 'His' Regrets, Who, Looking Round The Fair Assemblage, Feels That Ere The Sun Goes Down Their Childhood Sets.