Glendermott Church


Glendermott Church, how fair to me
Thy humble walls appear
No grand or stately edifice
Could e'er be half so dear.

Long years have passed since first I stood
Within thy hallowed ground
When joyously my childish feet
Ran round each daisied mound.

The mounds lie closer now than then,
My feet have steadier grown;
And thou, as well as I, dear Church,
Have many changes known.

Yet still thou standeth undismayed,
As in my childhood days;
The House of God, the place wherein
We met for prayer and praise.

We cannot tell what future years
Have yet for us in store,
But this I know, Glendermott Church,
Each year I love thee more.

And e'en should distance sever us,
In spirit I'll be there,

Where best I loved to worship God,
My Church, the House of Prayer.


This poem was found among the papers of the late Canon David Kelly