God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
The benison of hot water; furs to touch; The good smell of old clothes.1914 'The Great Lover'.
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since love is deathless. Pleasure now nor pride Is theirs in mortal wise, but hallowing thoughts Will meet the offering, of so little worth , Wanting the benison death has made divine.lucy larcom