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THE PURE IN HEART SHALL SEE GOD.
In one grand but gentle chorus,
Floating to the starry dome,
Came the words that brought them nearer,
Words that told of "Home, Sweet Home."
Floating to the starry dome,
Came the words that brought them nearer,
Words that told of "Home, Sweet Home."
For awhile, all strife forgotten,
They were only brothers then,
Joining in the sweet old chorus,
Not as soldiers, but as men.
They were only brothers then,
Joining in the sweet old chorus,
Not as soldiers, but as men.
Men whose hearts would flow together,
Though apart their feet might roam,
Found a tie they could not sever,
In the mem'ry of each home.
Though apart their feet might roam,
Found a tie they could not sever,
In the mem'ry of each home.
Never may the steps of carnage
Shake our land from shore to shore,
But may mother, home and Heaven,
Be our watchwords evermore.
Shake our land from shore to shore,
But may mother, home and Heaven,
Be our watchwords evermore.
The Pure in Heart Shall See God.
They shall see Him in the crimson flush
Of morning's early light,
In the drapery of sunset,
Around the couch of night.
Of morning's early light,
In the drapery of sunset,
Around the couch of night.
