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

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

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

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