• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    A Dream of Home

    To-day in dreams I stand on Carrickascopal,
    On Carrickascopal with its golden crown;
    Where Foremass smiles across at Altamuskin –
    On either face no shadow of a frown.

    Spring now is there; and song and beauty linger
    On Carrickascopal, and each sunlit brae
    And down the valley where the shining river
    Pursues, with graceful curves, its pleasant way.

    What dreams I dreamt of yore on Carrickascopal!
    A sanguine and enthusiastic boy.
    ‘Mong dust of dreams and ghosts of vanished visions,
    I feel a longing pain and a sad joy.

    I know the birds now sing on Carrickascopal;
    I know spring now has decked its gorse with gold –
    But oh! I know not am I there remembered
    By friend or playmate of the days of old.

    Michael Mullin
    ‘The Bard of Foremass’

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.