Gaelic Blessing for a Young Girl
I bathe the palms in showers of wine, in the lustral fire, in the seven elements, in the juice of the rasps, in the milk of honey, and I place the nine pure choice graces in thy fair fond face, the grace of form, the grace of voice, the grace of fortune, the grace of goodness, the grace of wisdom, the grace of charity, the grace of choice maidenliness, the grace of whole-souled loveliness, the grace of goodly speech.
Dark is yonder town, dark are those therein, thou art the brown Swan, going in among them. Their hearts are under thy control, their tongues are beneath thy sole, nor will they ever utter a word to give thee offence.
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