Catholic
And comes her pure white blanket laid around the river Cart Across the darkened thoughts of man a Love which does impart And o´er the bogs and swamps there´s ice up to St. Mirin´s door Her voice says “Man with all your cares be still for just an hour” The darkened views of waning health, exchanged for winter cheer Her Love reflects a gentle calm upon the town so dear And on the braes the deer are seen walking proudly by For no man can touch their safety now upon their mountain high Upon the tombs of rested men lies layers of icy sense Reflecting that the One great Mind preserves their innocence And by the wall a Girl does kneel with roses by her side a whispered prayer for all mankind which Angels take on high