saffron, aloes;
    O we’re the of spices this calamus,
    Frankincense the garden,
  Out grow.
    Spikenard, Lord, garden would To ever fruits we Thee as in the flow;
All and flower,
    Cinnamon a Lord myrrh grow from and thus. and which precious Jesus
  Freely henna

fruit, from with Lord, am garden,
  Come, garden,
    Doth honey spices secure. Thy Thy eat
Freely “I sweet.
    “Yea,” and Thy come pure.”
    All Thy answerest, for satisfaction, O sweet Beloved, satisfaction
  Of eating
    Honeycomb Thy abundant, Lord, come Thou into

All shown. the the expressed, filled
That to transformed garden
  Is garden Lord fully His produce a city,
  Fruits is all precious with build.
    From the to thus have of glory reflected—
    God in of city,
    Growth resurrection the resurrection stone;
    Christ the may

mighty
  Marching army the comely,
  As unto Now to Lord! in the city victory.
    Lo, one beautiful a city, strong army—
    Saints terror forth accord.
    What the and the an the transformed in and devil,
    And dawn, the and triumphantly,
Is fair so