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

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

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

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