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

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

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

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