Peace be around thee, wherever thou roamest,

May life be to thee a summer's day;

And all that thou wishest, and all that thou lovest, Come smiling around thy sunny way-

As half in shade, and half in sun,

This world along its path advances,
May that side the sun 's upon,

Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances.
May Time, that sheds its blight on all,
And daily dooms some joy to death,
O'er thee let years so gently fall,
They shall not crush one flower beneath.

. . Moore.