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May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm on your face
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
May God hold you
In the palm of his hand.
May you always have...
Walls for the wind
A roof for the rain
Tea beside the fire
Laughter to cheer you
Those you love near you
And all your heart might desire
May you always have work for your hands to do
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow the rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
Saint Patrick
Born: AD 385 ~ Died: AD 461

Saint Patrick, was said to have used the three-leafed shamrock to
illustrate the Holy Trinity. He explained in his sermons that the clover
represented how the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit were all separate
parts of a single entity. His followers adopted the custom of wearing a
shamrock on his feast day, March 17.
The Wearing Of The Green
Legends tell of the young Bishop Saint Patrick, who plucked a simple, humble shamrock from the ground somewhere on the lush green hillsides of County Armagh back in the year 432 AD. He used it to explain the Mystery of the Blessed Trinity to the Ancient High Kings of Ireland, making the Shamrock an important symbol as Ireland's National Emblem. It is also said that Saint Patrick drove the snakes from Ireland into the sea. St. Patrick is named the patron Saint for bringing Christianity to Ireland, and introducing the Irish people to Baptism.
That is why March 17th is now celebrated as the "Feast Day Of Saint Patrick", when Irish people from all over the world traditionally wear the shamrock on their chests, hence the phrase "The Wearing Of The Green". Saint Patrick's death on March 17, in about 461, has been observed in America since colonial days.
A LITTLE BIT OF HEAVEN

Sure, a little bit o' Heaven
Fell from out of the sky one day
And nestled on the ocean
In a spot so far away
And the angels found it,
Sure it looked so sweet and fair
They said suppose we leave it,
For it looks so peaceful there!
So they sprinkled it with star dust,
Just to make the shamrocks grow
'Tis the only place you'll find them
No matter where you go
Then they dotted it with silver
To make its lakes so grand
And when they had it finished
Sure they called it Ireland!
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