May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.

Sweet the coming on / Of grateful evening mild; then silent night / With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, / And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

May you always walk in sunshine. May you never want for more. May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door.

May the friendships you make be those which endure and all of your grey clouds be small ones for sure. And trusting in Him to Whom we all pray, may a song fill your heart every step of the way.

The sun to me is dark / And silent as the moon, / When she deserts the night / Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.