God Has Created The Heavens With Constellations
Like Pearls On A Dark Steed.
The Light Ov The Sun hides Them In The Day
&
All The Knowledge Of Them Is Divined In The Darkness Of night . . .
There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
