Where Arctic storms beat on thy shore

And snows lie deep on berg and moor,

In humble homes thy people rest

Content with life, serene and blest.

O land of night! O Arctic land!

May Storm-king rule with gentle hand.

O glacier land! O land of steam!

Where chasms yawn and waters gleam,

Thy noxious gases whistle shrill

From red-hot cliffs in ice-clad hill;