In those far, frosty lands the church’s voice
Bid, with all joyousness, her sons rejoice.
Through the deep, Lenten sadness of her song
Notes strong and jubilant swift poured along:
The long-hushed “Gloria” wond’ring echoes woke,
The angels’ chant the mournful silence broke.
Without, the wild and gusty whirls of snow;
Within, the throng of reverent knees bent low,
And faithful hearts, that from their dear green isle
Brought Patrick’s faith to make their new home smile—