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12 And Cumhal saw like a drifting smoke
 * All manner of blessedest souls,

Children and women and tonsured young men,
 * And old men with croziers and stoles.

"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 who is the blessedest," Cumhal said,
 * "Where all are comely and good?

Is it those that with golden thuribles
 * Are singing about the wood?"

"My eyes are blinking," Dathi said,
 * "With the secrets of God half blind.

But I have found where the wind goes
 * And follow the way of the wind;

"And blessedness goes where the wind goes
 * And when it is gone we die;

And have seen the blessedest soul in the world,
 * By a spilled wine-cup lie.

"O blessedness comes in the night and the day,
 * And whither the wise heart knows;

And one has seen, in the redness of wine,
 * The Incorruptible Rose:

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