Here you will find the Poem Blessings of poet Katharine Tynan
God bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown The trees will give great praise. God knows I have it in my mind, The white house with the golden eaves. God knows since it is left behind That something grieves and grieves. God keep the small house in his care, The garden bordered all in box, Where primulas and wallflowers are And crocuses in flocks. God keep the little rooms that ope One to another, swathed in green, Where honeysuckle lifts her cup With jessamine between. God bless the quiet old grey head That dreams beside the fire of me, And makes home there for me indeed Over the Irish Sea.