Go！ heart of mine！ the way is long —— The night is dark —— the place is far； Go！ kneel and pray, or chant a song, Beside two graves where Mary's star Shines o'er two children's hearts at rest, With Mary's medals on their breast.

    Go！ heart！ those children loved you so, Their little lips prayed oft for you！ But ah！ those necks are lying low Round which you twined the badge of blue. Go to their graves, this Virgin's feast, With poet's song and prayer of priest.

    Go！ like a pilgrim to a shrine, For that is holy ground where sleep Children of Mary and of thine； Go！ kneel, and pray and sing and weep； Last summer how their faces smiled When each was blessed as Mary's child.