Autumn days come quickly, like the running of a hound on the moor.
If God sends you down a stony path,
May he give you strong shoes.
May you always walk in sunshine.
May you never want for more.
May Irish angels rest their wings
right beside your door.
You'll never plough a field by turning it over in your mind.
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
for every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
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