Lov’d land of the bards and saints! To me
There’s nought so dear as thy minstrelsy;
Bright is Nature’s every dress,
Rich in unborrowed loveliness;
Winning is every shape she wears,
Winning is she in thy own sweet airs…
Thomas Furlong
Irish Poet ( 1794-1827)
CITATION Irish Blessings
Thank you for Sunday’s blessing. Blessings to you as well.