Killynoogan,—hallowed name,—
Though thou’rt little known to fame,
My heart’s homage thou dost claim.
II.
Though to stranger ears thou be
But a word of mystery,
Meaning deep thou hast for me.
III.
All thy quaint old masonry
Now before my eyes I see,
As, of old, it used to be.
IV.
Ah! too well I can recall
Every stone in every wall,—
In my heart I count them all.
V.
And the lawn before the door,
I can see it as of yore,
Bright with daisies spangled o’er.