Quote for St. Brigit's Day

Celtic Rune of Hospitality
I saw a stranger yestreen;
I put food in the eating place
Drink in the drinking place,
Music in the listening place;
And, in the sacred name of the Triune,
He blessed myself and my house,
My cattle and my dear ones.
And the lark said in her song,
Often, often, often,
Goes the Christ in the stranger's guise:
Often, often, often,
Goes the Christ in the stranger's guise.

--Traditional
We have this in a frame by our door.