Poems & Selections

The Parting Glass

Since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and
you should not,
I’ll gently rise,
and I’ll softly call,
“Good night and joy
be with you all.”

May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
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