May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be ever at your back
May the Good Lord keep you in the hollow of His hand.
May your heart be as warm as your hearthstone.
And when you come to die
may the wail of the poor
be the only sorrow
you'll leave behind.
May God bless you always.
-- anonymous, "An Irish Wish"
-- in Ralph L. Woods A Third Treasury of the Familiar (1970) p. 644
