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.
MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘THE BARD OF FOREMASS’
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.