The Great Benediction After Mourning

The blissful winds are sweet to us. The seas are showering bliss on us.

May the corn in our fields bring bliss to us May the plants and herbs bring bliss to us May the cattle give us bliss.

O Father in Heaven be Thou Bliss­ful unto us!
The very dust of the earth is full of bliss,
(And then, the voice dying down into meditation)
It is all bliss—all bliss—all bliss.

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