Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1875-02-05
MuIligan's Gospel.
BY ANNIE HERBERT.


I've rare bit OF news for you, Mary Malone;
Ard truth, It's the strsngest that ever was known ;
You remember told you q twelvemon;h ago
How soul came from heaven to Poverty ros'
II an angel had troubled the waters that bore
such little white Gran to our turbulent shore,
No mortal could toll but that innocent child,
Likea dove without wings. nesting downy and
With eyes vailing pictures OF Paradise spl-ndor,
Came into the tenement crazy and wild,
And the hard Il c SO pitiless, rough aad dehied,
Over to Mulligan's
It strange to cur eyes hut perhaps you hare seen
vine claspits tendrils Of delicate green
Round desolate rock, or lily grow white
with its roots in the tarn and its face in the ght.
ur when night and storm wrap the sky in shTold,
4 star shaken out from the foid Of a cloud:
30 this little one came-but it never seemed right
There we're children enough, Heaven knows in
that Babel,
Cadets for the 1ombs from the bold whisky rabble,
Choked out from the love that is heavens own light
I.Ank sOas Of the soil, cropping out for tight
Over 10 Mullgan's.
there was mAny banquet in Mulligsn's Hall.
Where the jewellers sasted on nothing at all.
Anl king at the board giving n.hthood o: pains,
And orders OF crosses, and clanking Of Grains
Tim held as a law the most perfect in life
The strong tie that bound hun 70 Nora, his vile,
sut blinded by drink, when his passion ran ish,
lie beat her, Of course, with Jury nhuman,
ana she such poor, patient bit o. woman,
Well for her soit voice answered low to her cries
aud her sun never SCI N the bahy's blue eyes
Over - huliigAnt
j. was twelve months or nare from thetins she was
born,
AZ sat al nv window one sunsh.ny morn,
J-st come over the voice OF Tim Mulligan SAD,
4 behave IN my soKl that me baby is dead 9"
lie had held wild revel late into the night,
And the wee. frightened dove plumei her pnions
This the man saw at l,s:. with sudden dismay;
"uOd forgive ne he cried, "su-o she'd H.ysr 5s
stayin'
wil the eufs.n' a. druak when me lips shud be
irayiu -'
Ard the priest caue aad wen;. li;,!e irelmns tAat
Bgw TIE priesthood 90: angels was winning lie way
Oycr u Mulllsan's.
Then tho sweetest, the saddest The tenderes, sigh
Lay the child Like a fair scalptured vision Of GIT,
Hands closed over da s.es, irnged ids over tears
That never would fall through LIES sorroW:ul
years:
An n=vourneen.' lnoaaad TIN, ''i;'s :o-ireT III
Talt the saint. took yel home from the liyil Of
Al nayhsp''-Asre lie shivered decas;sr and
she vii SEQ sio ag there w'd the Mother Of
AZ sind down the .ra,s that from s.n iyer srsss
us.'
s. the leayen that spread from one beautiful soul
through that turmoil of siaery leavened the whole
over u Mu!lsl4--
New a ding tho most wonderful. Mary Malone.
And truth is the stfan-est that ever was known,
NJ Mulligaa met me to-day on the street,
And he.l0oked Ike from hi. head IL hi. feet
Though his clothes are bat coarse they are conely
and trim,
Aui no lnsn e4'si 70 say. Heres health to you,
TIM
lie well soon rent cottage aud I've Ike the best
And tho Eosslp5 j, say with wiss l-itinS q
dlugers,
It Is all ior sweet charity sake that he llnsers
!n tie row whero God. peace settled down IN he
breast,
when so,t, weary wing Gut.erod home from the
Ore- 10 Mul!icsn's.
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