• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    November Dead

    November’s dead leaves now drift past,
    November’s blast the forest bends.
    But sadder than the wailing blast
    Is that soul cry: “Have pity, friend!”

    “Help! help!” that cry rings down the years.
    “We seek not tears, nor vain regret;
    We plead for prayers, but not for tears.
    O help us, friends! to pay our debt!