here's two from the irish,
the test of gold is fire., the test of truth is time.
the test of god's love are the heavens above, and everything sublime.
treasures in life are many, dreams realized but few,
but i know the test of god's goodness is when he gave me a (wife/husband) like you.
may the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back.
may the sun shine warm upon your face, and the rains fall softly upon your fields.
and until we all meet again, may god hold you in the palm of his hand.
A true lover of nature does not despair now that his mistress has turned a colder cheek.