A Nation spoke to a Nation,
⁠A Queen sent word to a Throne:
"Daughter am I in my mother's house,
⁠But mistress in my own.
The gates are mine to open,
⁠As the gates are mine to close,
And I set my house in order,"
⁠Said our Lady of the Snows.

"Neither with laughter nor weeping,
⁠Fear or the child's amaze—
Soberly under the White Man's law
⁠My white men go their ways.
Not for the Gentiles' clamour—
⁠Insult or threat of blows—
Bow we the knee to Baal,"
⁠Said our Lady of the Snows.