Poems & Selections

Irish Blessing 08

May the saddest day of
your future be no worse
than the happiest day
of your past.

Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to take.
Until we meet again, may God Hold you in the palm of his hand.
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