‘Blessed Are They’

Blessed are they who are pleasant to live with.
Blessed are they who sing in the morning;
Whose faces have smiles for their early adorning;
Who come down to breakfast accompanied by cheer;
Who don’t dwell on troubles or entertain fear;
Whose eyes smile 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 or brother,
With the very same courtesy they would extend
To a casual acquaintance or a dearly loved friend;
Who choose for the telling encouraging things;
Who choke back the bitter, the sharp word that stings;
Who bestow love on others throughout the long day.
Pleasant to live with and blessed are they.

Wilhelmina Stitch