Stone buildings rise near the lake, holy places,
Right in the green glen between mountain ridges,
Artificial residences for the spirit of God
Leading a spartan life for the greater glory of the heavens.
The land is as wild as the Celts who lived here
Uncompromising minds, bent on freedom, no masters slaves.
In later days many fled the land for the sake of this
To them the priests came, to make a home for their lord.
Like the druids, who fulfilled their vow to nature,
The monks took to living here, in communion with the One,
Underwent toiling and fasting for to strengthen their souls
And they set out to carry the gospel over the sea, to heathen lands.
Wise and gentle minds, esthetic men with powers of persuasion,
Bearing their forefathers strictness and eloquence.
Is it that the faith grows stronger here
Or have their times brought forth better minds?