Go Tell the Bees that I Am Gone (Outlander, #9)

by Diana Gabaldon

“Bless to me, O God,” he said, “the moon that is above me. “Bless to me, O God, the earth that is beneath me, Bless to me, O God, my wife and my children, And bless, O God, myself who have care of them; — “Bless to me my wife and my children, And bless, O God, myself who have care of them. Bless, O God, the thing on which mine eye doth rest. Bless, O God, the thing on which my hope doth rest, Bless, O God, my reason and my purpose. Bless, O bless Thou them, Thou God of life; Bless, O God, my reason and my purpose, Bless, O bless Thou them, Thou God of life. — “Bless to me the bed-companion of my love. Bless to me the handling of my hands. Bless, O bless Thou to me, O God, the fencing of my defense. And bless, O bless to me the angeling of my rest; Bless, O bless Thou to me, O God, the fencing of my defense. And bless, O bless to me the angeling of my rest.” With a nod of his head, he indicated that we should join him, and we did. “Bless Thou, O God, the dwelling, And each who rests herein this night; Bless Thou, O God, my dear ones In every place wherein they sleep; In the night that is to-night, And every single night; In the day that is to-day, And every single day.”