A Blessing

Hear ye, o’soughing spirits of the winds
Hear ye, o’ blessed ones
The spring of love is nigh
The offspring of souls
From the realm of then
To now a child to be born of them
Strength of thine bestow this child

Hear ye, o’ light of morn
Hear ye, o’ brightness of the dawn
Bestow this child a beauty born
of love and life in all its shine
Leave not darkness un-overthrown
Let fairness be on his countenance
Beauty shine and beauty borne

Hear ye, o’ spirit of eventide
Hear ye, o’ spirit of the night
Let nothing give this child the fright
Of darkness gloom and foul sight
Let him thrive in all airs
Be it day or darkest dusk
In all ills he will fight

Bestow, o’ spirits of all there is
Beauty and courage
Kindness and Love
Health and strength
To bestow his parents
With pride and joyfulness
Bless this child.