• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    Had I The Muse’s Art Divine

    Had I the muse’s art divine,
    A tender song I’d pour
    From this devoted heart of mine,
    To one whom I adore.
    The love that sets my heart aflame
    I’d clothe in words of fire;
    Immortal I would make her name
    My love, my heart’s desire.

    I know my love I should not speak
    To one so good and fair;
    I feel my words are far too weak
    My feelings to declare.
    But I would hope her heart to gain
    Some time – no matter when –
    I’d be, ‘mid want and woe and pain
    The happiest of men.

    Had I the muse’s tuneful art,
    I’d sing such songs divine
    As would be sure to fill her heart
    With love as great as mine.
    And then I’d scale the hills of fame
    I’d fortune win and power
    To add fresh glory to her name
    And grandeur to her bower.