Blessed are the poor in spirit, those who know
Their need of more enlightenment, who guard
Their thought, reflecting only Truth's bright glow,
High heaven their exceeding great reward!
Blessed are they that mourn, repent with tears,
For yea, they shall be comforted, upborne,
And made to greet with joy forthcoming years;
And comforted, shall comfort them that mourn.
Blessed are the meek, the tranquil-hearted, they
Accepting but not grasping things of worth,
Unfolding in the sunshine of God's day,
Demanding nought, inheritors of the earth!
