“From the maze of superstitions wild,
Behold the padre a new born child!
His thoughts from the body’s bondage free,
The viper’s fangs will no longer see.
“When he can without the ‘fathers’ think,
From the body’s grossness he will shrink.
Then his thoughts set free with joys supreme,
Gracious love will be his daily theme.
With goodness gracious we give him hail!
To immortal joys that never fail.”