Political Quote of the day

This is what the Secretary of the Dept of the Taoiseach has been instructed to whisper in the ear of the Taoiseach every morning to help build his morale up.

"Thy dawn, O Master of the World, thy dawn. For thee the sunlight creeps across the lawn. For thee the ships are drawn down to the waves. For thee the market throng with myriad slaves. For thee the hammer on the anvil rings. For thee the poet of beguilement sings."