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For two hundred years its stood,
Among the Wicklow hills,
The source of people's hopes,
The cure for many ills.
It was built by Fr Blanchfield,
With faith and a hundred pound,
And it is fitting that there he rests,
Inside the church he…

In winter dawn in years long gone
Our forefathers adored the sun,
Druids offered gifts to golden Fionn
So crops might grow and male babes come.

Then Patrick came and changed our ways;
Replaced the gods of older days.
He fanned a fire up high…

Christmas time is here, the turning of the year;
We celebrate with feasting and with hope for the new year,

Chorus:

And all enjoy the season, the turning of the year;
Each home is full of happiness and all are of good…

The poem links Faith and Fatherland

William A. Byrne, from Rathangan in Kildare, was a professor in Knockbeg College. 'The Light on the Broom' was the collection from which this poem is taken.

Eulogy for Fr. Cullen, PP of Tinryland who died in 1913. The poem captures the thoughts and feelings of the priest's parishioners.

The poem explores the motivation that inspired a nun's devotion. The Convent of Mercy on Dublin Road was the mother-house of the Sisters of Mercy.