The bones of many a saint in peace recline;
Here martyred . . . . .
Thaddeus there. From Erin's shore he came,
A bishop, of M'Carthy's royal name.
At whose behest were wondrous cures oft made.
Still Latium, Genoa, invoke his aid.
Dying, he mourned that not on Irish soil,
Where sped his youth, should close his earthly toil:
Nor Cloyne, nor Kerry, but Ivrea owns
(For God so willed) the saintly bishop's bones.