Alone with God upon the mountain side,
Where heather bells abound, where moor-fowl ‘bide!
Sweet, oh! ‘tis sweet, for one bright summer day,
To hide from care on Altamuskin Brae.
The bogland greets me in its grandest dress,
The bogwind meets me with a fond caress,
And heather banners wave to welcome me
Up to the top – the Altar of the Free.
I climb – I reach the giant mountain’s head;
I stand – I gaze on beauty far outspread.
The bogwind;s fingers comb the giant’s hair,
A singing lark climbs up a sunbeam stair.
O, cool sweet wind that comes from far away!
O, warm sunshine on Altamuskin Brae!
O peace! O joy! One summer day to ‘bide
Alone with God upon the mountain side!
Michael Mullin ‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone