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

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

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

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