Saint Patrick's Day Poem
Thank God for loyal friends of ours
Who guard us every day,
When joys depart, when sorrows come,
When hope seems far away.
When close to every path we walk
Are clouds of black despair,
Sure all the saints of Ireland,
A shining band are there.
They march with every faithful soul
In gladness and in woe,
They watch above our exiled ones
Where'er on earth they go;
O, when we tread the road of death
At ending of the day,
May all the Saints of Ireland
Be with us on the way!
Prayers Of An Irish Mother - 1934