Poems
St. Brigid’s Day
Brids in the trees! sweet carols sing;
Winds in the woods! more softly play;
Here comes the herald of the spring –
St. Brigids Day.
From heaven’s blue window panes, winds! Seep
Cloud curtains, May the sun’s smile turn
Away all tears from eyes that weep,
And hearts that mourn.
Skylarks! You sunny stairways climb,
Broadcasting hymns to God above.
Say “Brigid’s Day is Eireann’s time
Of joy and love”.
May Brigid’s Cross above each door
Of every Irish home be set;
And may all love her more and more,.
And ne’eer forget.