Bathed in the early light of Ireland’s emerald fields, Clodagh unfolds like a hidden ribbon of water, its soft syllables conjuring moss-veiled stones and sunlit ripples that dance around ancient oaks. Drawn from the gentle River Clodagh in County Kildare—and borne with quiet grace by a sixth-century saint—the name carries a legacy of serene devotion, as if every utterance were a whispered blessing upon the breeze. Though rare beyond its native shores, it has found a tender foothold in American hearts, gracing fewer than a dozen newborn girls each year and drifting in and out of the nation’s top thousand around the nine-hundreds mark. In its lyrical cadence and timeless resonance, Clodagh offers a poetic promise: the calm persistence of a stream that knows its own course, forever weaving stories of courage and light through the tapestry of life.
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