In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite, The Rude Biscayans, When Their Children Lie Dead In The Sinless Time Of Infancy, Attire The Peaceful Corse In Vestments White; And, In Like Sign Of Cloudless Triumph Bright, They Bind The Unoffending Creature'S Brows With Happy Garlands Of The Pure White Rose: Then Do A Festal Company Unite In Choral Song; And, While The Uplifted Cross Of Jesus Goes Before, The Child Is Borne Uncovered To His Grave: 'Tis Closed, Her Loss The Mother 'Then' Mourns, As She Needs Must Mourn; But Soon, Through Christian Faith, Is Grief Subdued; And Joy Returns, To Brighten Fortitude.