Dear Lord,
Give me a few friends
who will love me for what I am,
and keep ever burning
before my vagrant* steps
the kindly light of hope...
And though I come not within sight
of the castle of my dreams,
teach me to be thankful for life,
and for time's olden memories
that are good and sweet.
And may the evening's twilight
find me gentle still.
* A vagrant, is a word dated to the 15th century and is one who has no established place of residence and wanders idly from place to place without a visible means of support. In the context of this Irish blessing, it is a spiritual wandering and not necessarily implying a physical.
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