REV. W. J. MCMULLAN, B.A.
The cruel hand of icy death
Is laid upon thy brow;
The bitter pangs of silent grief
Can never reach thee now.
And yet we do lament for thee,
Whom we shall see no more;
For thou wert honoured and revered
In thine own loved Dromore.
But grief for thee, more widespread still,
Has echoed far and near,
And touched the heart and caused to flow
The sympathetic tear.
And now Broughshane laments thy loss,
And old Rathfriland town,
And every congregation mourns
In Antrim and in Down.
Thy country’s call thou didst obey,
And volunteered to go
And risk thy life for Britain’s cause
Against the ruthless foe.
But having fought the last good fight,
Promoted in His love,
At God’s right hand thou shalt appear
In His sweet home above.
T. R. Robinson,
Principal Craigs National School
20th February 1920