'Praise God and God's mother,' Dathi said,

'For God and God's mother have sent

'The blessedest souls that walk in the world

'To fill your heart with content.'

'And which is the blessedest,' Cumhal said,

'Where all are comely and good?

'Is it these that with golden thuribles

'Are singing about the wood?'

'My eyes are blinking,' Dathi said,

'With the secrets of God half blind,

'But I can see where the wind goes

'And follow the way of the wind;

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'And blessedness goes where the wind goes,

'And when it is gone we are dead;

'I see the blessedest soul in the world

'And he nods a drunken head.

'O blessedness comes in the night and the day

'And whither the wise heart knows;

'And one has seen in the redness of wine

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