Little Shamrock

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,

'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that set it;

And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,

And with dew from his eye often wet it.

It thrives through the bog, 

Through the brake, and the mireland;

And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland...

~Andrew Cherry

May your neighbors respect you, 

Trouble neglect you,

The angels protect you,

And heaven accept you.

~Irish Blessing~