• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    The old and new

    With thinning ranks and footsteps slow
    Up Age’s bare bleak hill we go
    Death is the enemy of life
    We are the soldiers in the strife.

    Times dread artillery takes its count
    As slowly painfully we mount
    It happens oft that old age ends
    Its days at last among new friends.

    O’ tis a picture sweet to see
    A young child on an old man’s knee
    One fresh from God unstained, unmarred
    The other spent and battle scarred.

    The worn old man whose locks snow white
    Forecast the coming on of night
    The baby curls, the cherub charms
    The new moon in the old moon’s arms.

    Soft baby cheeks to grandad prest
    Soft hands in toil worn hands caressed
    Age holding childhood by the hand
    How beautiful, sadly grand!

    December’s snow, the flowers of May
    The Sunset and the Dawn of day
    The innocent, the reconciled
    The old man and the little child.

    MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘The Bard of Foremass’,
    Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.

    Sent 12th April 48
    Won one guinea in Independent
    (Baby & Granda)