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 God be with you and bless you, May you see your children’s children, May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings. May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.
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.
By Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because there words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, […]