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Show ST. PATRICK'S BLESSING. A short time before St. Patrick died he is said to have ascended a high mountain and blessed the whole island. I The blessing put into poetry is about as follows, republished In New York j Freeman's Journal: ; Be Erin blessed at evening hours. When sunset gilds her fragrant bowerp, When whirlwinds howl, my blessings ! be, My generous Erin, still with thee; To thee be every blessing given , From a favoring skies by bounteous heaven; 1 Be blessings on thy bashful maids. Be blessings on thy battle blades, I Blest be the fisher tribes that roam Thy blacking surge and whitening ' foam; Oh! blessed be thy stormy night. And blessings on thy mornings bright, Be blessings on thy castle towers, Be blessings on thy village bowers; My blessing on thy waving corn, And every babe in Erin born; Blest be thy thunder angry roar, And every wave that laps thy shore, And blessed be the smiles serene Of sunshine on' thy forests green; Where .meadows spread, where hillocks rise. Where lordly mountains kiss the skies, On every hamlet, vale and hill, My blessing be with Erin still. Oh! blessed be the rain and dew, j And every breeze that visits you, And blessed be thy warriors tall. Thy chieftain's doon, thy abbot's hall; My blessings on thy matrons fair, Thy mineral treasures rich and rare; The flocks that bleat, the herds that low. The streams that warble as they flow. On every cottage, hall and hill. My blessing ge with Erin still. |