Saturday, November 18, 2017

A Blessing After Rain


When the sun comes out on Ireland,
It's God's own Grace at play;
When the sun comes out on Ireland,
All weariness melts away;

There's twittering in the boughs then,
And fragrance on the breeze,
And glistening in the hedges,
And music among the trees;

You may even see a rainbow 
As the old rain scatters light;
You may hear a fairy singing;
You may see a dream take flight.

Be wise, and seize the moment,
And join in the general song;
When the sun comes out on Ireland,
It's never for very long.

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