XVI.

As mariners who on a stormy sea The magnet lose that guides them o’er the wave; As warriors marshalled oft to victory, Who lose the sacred banner of the brave: So with their tears these mountain-children lave Lanz’ trodden glen; for, ah, the diadem That girds the Virgin’s brow no more shall save. Death rained on Lanz beneath each sparkling gem. A Madre de Dolór is Mary now to them!