Here is a meeting made of hidden joys,
Of lightenings cloistered in a narrow place.
From quiet hearts the sudden flame of praise
And in the womb the quickening kick of grace
Here is a meeting made of hidden joys,
Of lightenings cloistered in a narrow place.
From quiet hearts the sudden flame of praise
And in the womb the quickening kick of grace
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