Blessed are the Pure in Heart.
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She leaned her head against my breast,
As flowers lean to the air,
I felt her spirit mount and mount,
And down that crystal stair
As flowers lean to the air,
I felt her spirit mount and mount,
And down that crystal stair
A conscious Presence seemed to pass,
And as we sat, heart-still,
God came and spoke with us a while
Upon that high, high hill.
And as we sat, heart-still,
God came and spoke with us a while
Upon that high, high hill.
