• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Long years I sought, without success
    The key to the house of happiness.
    I thought this key should be the same
    As keys which open doors of fame
    And wealth and power. I tried each but
    The door of happiness stayed shut.

    As years rolled by I tried again
    With other keys; but tried in vain.
    At last I found the only key
    Which worked.  It is called charity.
    And this key opens wide the door
    Of happiness, now and evermore.

    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.

    Charity – love

    Brids in the trees! sweet carols sing;
    Winds in the woods! more softly play;
    Here comes the herald of the spring –
    St. Brigids Day.

    From heaven’s blue window panes, winds! Seep
    Cloud curtains, May the sun’s smile turn
    Away all tears from eyes that weep,
    And hearts that mourn.

    Skylarks! You sunny stairways climb,
    Broadcasting hymns to God above.
    Say “Brigid’s Day is Eireann’s time
    Of joy and love”.

    May Brigid’s Cross above each door
    Of every Irish home be set;
    And may all love her more and more,.
    And ne’eer forget.