Old Wexford's towers and lofty spires that look towards the East
The sands that hide the buried town of Bannow in the West.
[5]
The sculptured forms and epitaphs that on the tombs are found
Of Strongbow's mail-clad followers in Bannow's church yard ground,
The ancient Culdee temple, the church of old Saint Nogh
The roaring of the rough seas across the Bar of Lough.
[6]
These names are rough to polished ears , nor suit the stately line
But they call up thoughts of happy days within the heart of mine
Bright visions of the youthful hours which I spent there together
With one whom as a friend I loved and reverenced as a father.
[7]
His cheerful talk, his frequent sigh his looks both mild and holy