Benediction

Blessed are they who are pleasant to live with,
Blessed are they who sing in the morning,
Whose faces have smiles for this early adorning;
Who come down to breakfast accompanied by cheer,
Who won't dwell on trouble, nor entertain fear,
Whose eyes shine forth bravely, whose lips curve to say.
Life, I salute you, good morrow, new day.

Blessed are they who are pleasant to live with,
Blessed are they who treat one another,
Though merely; a sister, a father, a brother
With the very same courtesy they would extend
To a casual acquaintance, or dearly loved friend;
Who choose for the telling encouraging things,
And choke back the bitter, the sharp word that stings.

Blessed are they who are pleasant to live with,
Blessed are they who give of their best,
Who bring to the home bright laughter, gay jest,
Who make themselves charming for no other reason,
Than charm is a blossom for home every season;
Who bestow love on others throughout the long day.
Pleasant to live with, and blessed are they.