An Old Irish Blessing

Chosen leaf
Of Bard and Chief,
Old Erin's Shamrock!
Says Valour, "See
They spring for me
Those leafy gems of morning!"
Says Love, "No, No,
For me they grow,
My fragrant path adorning!"
But Wit perceives
The triple leaves,
And cries,--"O do not sever
A type that blends
Three godlike friends,
Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!
O! The Shamrock, the green,
Immortal, Shamrock!"

Author Unknown