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Friday
Here’s a poem in anticipation of St. Patrick’s Day weekend, with the March 17 holiday this year falling on a Sunday. Interestingly, although Jean Blewett (1862-1934) has written the kind of idealization of the “green isle” that one associates with irish expatriates, the Canadian poet herself happens to have been of Scottish descent. Still, the poem is perfect for the occasion. Enjoy.
St. Patrick’s Day
By Jean Blewett
There’s an Isle, a green Isle, set in the sea,
Here’s to the Saint that blessed it!
And here’s to the billows wild and free
That for centuries have caressed it!
Here’s to the day when the men that roam
Send longing eyes o’er the water!
Here’s to the land that still spells home
To each loyal son and daughter!
Here’s to old Ireland—fair, I ween,
With the blue skies stretched above her!
Here’s to her shamrock warm and green,
And here’s to the hearts that love her!I