ANONYMOUS
Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green; There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.
Quite through the streets, with silver sound,
The flood of Life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of Life doth grow.
There trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring, There evermore the angels sit,
And evermore do sing.
Our Lady sings Magnificat
With tones surpassing sweet; And all the virgins bear their part,
Sitting about her feet.
Hierusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee' Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see'
77 Icarus
Robert Jones's Second Book of
KVE wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly Far from base earth, but not to mount too high. For true pleasure Lives in measure, Which if men forsake,
Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take.
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