Poems
To The Queen of October
As October evenings darken
Harken Mother! to my prayer
Bid my gloomy bodings vanish
Banish doubt and dark despair.
Take an orphan neath Thy mantle
Gentle Mary! Queen Divine.
Make me Thine let nothing ever
Sever Thee from me and mine.
Mother! hear a soldier fallen
Calling from the battle ground
Mong the wounded and the dying
Lying scattered all around
Mother! I am weak and weary
Mary! Don’t from me depart
Mother, Mother don’t forsake me
Take me to Thy tender Heart.
MICHAEL MULLIN – ‘THE BARD OF FOREMASS’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.
DUBLIN AND CORK – 10 OCT 55