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

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

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

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