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

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

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

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