Moone esteem'd Shall be superfluous needlesse most neglected And vnto this compar'd not least respected Also the Heires and Sonnes of this Saluation Euen all th' Elected People of each Nation Kings of the Earth whom Euphrates did barre And once sequester from Christs Kingdome farre So many as are sau'd as many shall Shall in Ierusalem coelestiall With perfect ioy enioy the full fruition Of this mâ—st infinite and heau'nly Vision And thither shall their pompe and honour bring Euen vnto God and Christ their heau'nly King But here 's not meant their worldly wealth and state Their Gems and Iewells Gold or Siluer plate For since this sacred Citie needs no light Of Sunne or Moone which shine on Earth so bright Much lesse shall there be need of worldly pelfe In this most sacred sumptuous Common-wealth But this is hereby vnderstood and meant That those good Princes which were eminenâ— For vertuous gifts of Grace and Pietie Shall lift vp all their whole felicitie Their glorie and their Princely estimation From earthly vnto heau'nly contemplation And only fixe their ioy vpon the same And glorie thus to glorifie Gods Name The Gates moreouer of this Citie shall Be neuer shut but stand wide ope ' to all None shall from this felicitie be staid Nor be shut vp as frighted or afraid For there shall be no Enemy to feare them No doubt of danger then shall once come neere them All spight of former Aduersaries cease For there shall be perpetuall rest and peace And which is more there shall be here no Night For why an euerlasting splendour bright From Gods all-glorious presence shall proceed A Light more pure than Light it selfe indeed Shall so incessantly shine forth alway Making an endlesse euerlasting Day But here this Night may further intimate A two-fold meaning Lâ—â—'â—all Figurate The Literall sense that there no Night shall bee Is that indeed the Saints no Night shall see For why as hath beene said all Times distinctions Of Day and Night Summer and Winter seasons Shall then quite cease and be superfluous The Figuratiue sense and meaning thus May be explayn'd that no obscuritie Of Error or of slye Hypocrisie No vncleane thing foule or abominable No filthy Creature Lyer detestable No murthering Caines no Iudas impious No â—ham's nor Achams sacrilegious No cruell faithlesse friendlesse enuious Elfe That huâ—ts his Neighbour but much more Himselfe No Auaricious arm'd in hooking Tenters And clad in Bird-lime catching all aduenters Nor ought that may contagiously infect Or once eclipse the ioy of Christs Elect Or violate the glorious state and blisse Which Christ the Lambe hath purchased for His Nor in the least degree shall hurt or wrong The flourishing estate which doth belong To th' Saints rare dignitie and perfect Light Of sincere-worship of the Lord of Might Which is his Angels glorie and chiefe grace And shall for euer in them keepe firâ—e place But those shall hither come with ioyes most rise Whose Names are registred i' th' Booke of Life For whom the Lambe Christ Iesus did ordaine This glorious Kingdome with him thus to raigne Who were predestinate to this Saluation Before the Worlds originall Foundation To these alone the Gates stand open wide These shall for euer with the Lambe abide Lastly to make this Citie most compleat In euery part to be as good as great The Holy Ghost hauing at large declared The Churches glorie being thus compared Vnto a sumptuous Citie full of State Now finally proceedeth to relate That both this Citie and its Citizens Are furnisht and replenisht with all meanes For conseruation of their endlesie ioy Sufficient to protect them from annoy They haue I say spirituall liuely meate Diuine Angelike Mann ' to drinke to eate The soueraigne Balsum to conserue alway Their health in health from fall or least decay The holy Spirit as erst here vsing still These earthly termes t' expresie Heau'ns sacred Will And all to shew Heau'ns great benignitie Descendâ—ng thus to our capacitie This honour'd Citie hath in it also A sacred Riuer which doth ouer-flow With pure and precious Water of blest Life Whose stâ—eames doe issue from its Fount most rife A current Riuer not a Poole with soile Not â—oulâ— or troubled like Aegyptian Nile Or bill â—wing Euphrates but sweet and faire With delectable streames smooth cleere and rare A Riuer for its great aboundancie Pure in respect of its sweet Sanctitie Of Water of Gods Sp'rits rare gifts of Grace Of Life whose Tasters liue an endlesse space And â—leere as Crystall from all â—pisfitude From all vncleane corrupt amaritude This Riuer shall from Gods great Throne proceed And from the Lambs gliding with pleasant speed And thus this Riuer here may signifie The Holy Ghosts gifts third in Trinitie Which is not â—leâ—ghtly ratifi'd indeed In that 't is said here that it shall proceed From Gods and from the Lambs most sacred Throne Which Iohns shewne Prophecie hath cleerly showne Yea and i th' midst of this great Cities streete Pau'd all with goâ—d as mould vnder their feete Through all the pleasant passages most faire Wheâ—e to and â—ro the Saiated Soules repaire On either side this Riuer rare to see Doth fluorish fairely a Life-giuing Tree Which Tree of Life doth â—hus much to vs show That to those gracious Waters which doe flow To all the Graces of Gods sacred Spirit Christ Iesus is conioyn'd by whose iust Merit His Church hath Life true Peace and sure Saluation Thus hauing with the Sp'rite Co-operation And still residing with his Saints Elect Continually doth guide and them direct Exhibiting to all by his tuition Easie partaking and a full fruition Of all the Benefits and heau'nly Graces Which in and 'bout this Riuer he thus places Whereon they all shall spiritually feede Alwayes desiring yet ne're stand in neede Which Tree of life twelue sorts of fruite doth beare Whereby the Holy-Spirit doth declare First that the Lord who is the God of Order Doth much detest Confusion or Dis-order In still retayning as he first begun The number twelue which hitherto is done And also to expresse that there shal be In Numb'r and Measure full Sufficiencie To saturate the longing appetites Of all the twelue Spirituall Israelites Euen of all those that so haue run their race The twelue Apostles doctrine to imbrace T' obserue and keepe Maugre the rage and spite Of Pope or Pagan foes to Truths pure light Thus then we see the Angell here obseruing An exquisite Decorum thence not sweruing Who since the Citie Entries Roomes Foundations And Symmetrie of these blest Habitations To th' Number-twelue haue beene accommodated And orderly thus still continuated Therefore with decent correspondencie The Angell to this Number doth applie The spirituall Food and Furniture most meete Making a Consort most harmonious sweete Conformably agreeing thus in one With those whence they had
Trine-one Sitting in glorie in his glistring Throne With blessed Saints and Angels comitated With all the heauenly Hoast of Soule-beáted Prophets Apostles Patriarchs of old The noble band of Martyrs stour and bold Our Parents Wiues our Children Kindred Friends Yea all to whom Christs sauing health extends All of them clad in blisse coelestiall All shining bright in ioy Angelicall Where in the presence of their heau'nly King They Halleluiah Halleluiah sing To him that sitteth on the Throne most high Making a most harmonious Melodie With sacred sugred Notes and heau'nly Songs Singing the praise which to the Lambe belongs This being their especiall exercise Their pleasant practice customarie guise Still to behold the Lords most beautious face Burning with Loue of his most louely Grace Their mouthes still fill'd with praises of his name In magnifying his immortall fame Without all tediousnesse or intermission Protected alwayes by his blest tuition O there is infinite vn-vttered ioy Mirth without Mourning blisse without annoy Health without Sicknesse or pernicious humours Perfection without all Soule-tainting tumours Peace without Warre and Light without darknesse Loue without Hate beautie without palenesse Sweetnesse without all fulsome surfeiting Life without Death life ere continuing There are no sighes no sobs no penurie No hunger thirst but with saturitie No chilling killing frosts or least extremes No parching Sun-shine with hot piercing beames No will to Sinne no power to offend No enemie least mischiefe to intend Good Paul hath there no need to watch and pray To labour in the Word both night and day And good old Ierome then may cease t' afflict Himselfe so often by a life most strict To conquer his spirituall Enemie To ouerthrow th' old Serpents subtiltie For there 's all peace securitie and rest That peace which can by no meanes be exprest There 's all perfection sacred Light excelling All sorrow care darknesse and dread expelling O Life eternall holy Habitacle Heau'nly Ierusalem Saints Receptacle O amiable Citie of the Lord How should my Soule thy prayses due record What excellent rare things are said of thee What things are writ are hop't are found to bee In thee thou hast the seate of glorie sure That Good-Best Good-God ioy and solace pure Which farre exceeds the science and deepe sense Of humane reason and intelligence For which euen Legions of Professors good And godly Martyrs haue not spar'd their blood But with vn-daunted valiant courage haue Made Lyons Tigres Fire and Sword their Graue That after Death they might enioy that Crowne Those Palmes of peace of honour and renowne Wherewith thy Saints O blest Ierusalem Are happisi'd in happinesse supreme Walking as Kings in those most gorgeous streets Where each-one nought but perfect pleasure meets In streets I say more precious than pure gold Glistring with glorie wond'rous to behold The Gates of which most holy Habitation Are Pearles of peerlesse price and valuation Whose Wall is all of precious stones most pure Incomparably rich and strong t' endure There is that glorious Paradise coelestiall Surpassing Adams Paradise terrestriall Wherein are fluent Oily Riuers currents Faire Brooks of Butter and sweet Honny Torrents Replenished with Garden-walks and Bowers With Beds all wrought and fraught with fragrant Flowers Whose odoriferous rare varietie Affoord most various sweet amenitie Whose curious colours and whose louely greene Are alwaies fresh are alwaies springing seene There Hearts-ease Saffron Lillies and the Rose Doe sauour sent spring spire with sweet repose There are all spices Aromaticall T' affoord delight and cheere the Heart withall There is that soueraigne Balsum med'cinable For sent and salue most precious amiable All these in thee flourish without defect With these the Garlands of the Saints are deckt Without corruption they continue still And sprout and spring about this Sion Hill In thee 's that Peace of God which doth exceede Mans vnderstanding and faith-wauering Creede There is that glorie which doth all aduance Obnoxious neuer vnto Change or Chance There 's that eternall Light as sure as pure That Sunne of Righteousnesse for e're t' endure That white and bright blest Lambe of God most hie Who shewes and shines most cleere incessantly Which no time euer shall once terminate Nor no disastrous Chance extenuate There 's Day which neuer darknesse doth admit There in their Bowers of pleasure Saints doe sit There also is certayne Securitie There shalt thou find secure Eternitie There all rare Comforts from Heau'ns glorious King Successiuely successefully doe spring What e're the Soule can wish request desire Is there at hand without the least enquire What e're thou louest there is to be found Only what 's Ill comes not in this blest ground Oh then my Soule what pleasure infinite Oh what an Ocean of most sweet delight Yea what a most profound and pure Abysse Thus to behold the Lord of Lords is this Thus to behold with rauisht admiration The Lords bright face with sacred contemplation Yea with thine eyes to see what Faiths dimme eye On Earth was neuer able to espy Euen that eternall Trinitie most blest Which can by Man no sooner be exprest Than Austines seeming-Lad could powre or lade The mightie Ocean into th' Shell he made Without a bottome that his Shell to fill No sooner can I say Mans stupid Will Till his Corruption In-corruption bee This holy Mysterie cleerly know and see But when thou Mortall dost immortallize When Christ thy King thy Soule once Happy-fies Then shalt thou taste that God is good and gracious Then shalt thou liue in this his House most spacious Then shalt thou taste the Spring of Life most sweet Then in the Heau'ns thou shalt Christ Iesus meet Then shall thy Water of terrestriall griefe Be turn'd into the Wine of sweet reliefe Then shall thy Sobs be turned into Songs Then shalt thou triumph for thy worldly wrongs O then in that most sacred glorious sight Is to be found the Fulnesse of delight Of wisedome beautie riches knowledge pure Of happinesse for euer to endure Of goodnesse ioy and true Nobilitie Of treasure pleasure and felicitie Of all that merits loue or admiration Or worketh comfort or sure contentation Yea all the powers and powerfull faculties Of Soule and Body shall partake likewise Sall be sufficed with the full fruition Of Heau'ns eternall ternall glorious Vision God vnto all his sacred Saints shall bee Their Vniuersall sweet felicitie Contayning each particular delight Which may affect th' aspect of their blest sight Infinite both for number and for measure And without end shall be their endlesse pleasure To th' Eyes he shall be as a Mirrour cleere Melodious Musike to delight the Eare to th' Palate he shall be Mellifluous Mel Sweetspiring Balme for to refresh the Smell Vnto the Vnderstanding he shall bee A Light most bright and pure i' th' high'st degree To th' Will he shall be perfect Contentation To th' Memorie e'relasting
my Soule from Earth to heauenly seat For why I feare Lord falsifie my feare That Satan will 'gainst me such malice beare To cause my refractorie Flesh to sturre My Soule vnto Rebellion so t' incurre Thy wrath and indignation for the same My stubborne Flesh therefore Lord cuâ—be and tame O free me from this fleshly Prison strong Wherein my Soule hath fettered lyen too-long Fett'red I say yea fest'red more 's my shame More art thou flesh and much more I too blame Who oft with Adam fondly haue aspired And with vaine glory led haue oft desired The fruite o' th' Tree of Knowledge for to eate Not of the Tree of Life more soueraigne meate And to be red in any other Booke Much pride and pleasure I haue often tooke Than in my Booke of Conscience to behold The woe whereinto Sin doth mee infold With Wantons I oft view'd Prides Looking-Glasse But not Times-Dyall how my Dayes did passe Yea on Earths follies I haue fixt mine eyes Gazing on blazing worldly Vanities Yet Lord I know that as thou hast a Booke Wherein my faults are writ on them to looke So thou a Bottle hast wherein to keepe My contrite teares when I for Sin doe weepe And though my selfe vn-worthie I agnize Vnto thy Throne to lift my Sinfull eyes Yet I my selfe vn-worthie doe not finde To weepe before thee till mine eyes be blinde Lord then vouchsafe vouchsafe I thee beseech An eare an answer to my Soules sad speech O come Lord Iesus come I humbly pray Speake peace vnto my Soule ô doe not stay Binde vp my wounds make whole my maladie With the Samaritans sweet Charity Into my sore powre thou the Oyle of gladnes Reuiue my Soule from Sin-constrained sadnes O bring my Soule out of this myre and mud This sincke of Sin where I too-long haue stood Smite off my Fetters of Iniquity As thou didst Peters in Captiuity Stop in mee all the Conduits of transgression Breake Satans weapons of my Soules oppression Yea let my Eyes bee as continuall Lauers To wash and clense Sins vlcers stinking sauours For a cleane Lord I know takes delectation To haue a cleane Heart for his Habitation Giue therfore grace ô Lord whiles heere I liue That I a Bill of due Diuorce may giue Vnto that Harlot Sin which too-too-long Hath by false flattery done my Soule much wrong O double treble happy were I sure If once I might put-off Sins rags impure Those Menstruous cloathes wherewith I am disguised Whereby thine Image in mee 's not agnized Whereby in thy pure sight I am but loathed O therefore that my Soule might once be cloathed With thy most royall-Robes of righteousnesse Thy Seamelesse spotlesse Coote of holinesse And therein bee presented to the sight Of my great Lord the Father of all Light And be ingrafted and incorporate Into this New-Ierusalems blest state Into this Kingdome euermore existing Into this Kingdome all of ioy consistiâ—g Where all thy Saints and sacred Angels raigne By thee their mighty Lord and Soueraigne Cloathed in Vestures of the purest white Still in the presence of thy sacred sight Their heads adorn'd with Crownes of purest gold Of precious stones rich Pearles rare to behold Thou Lord alone being the Diadem Of these thy Saints in this Ierusalem Whose onely sight is their beatitude Which dures for aye without vicissitude But Lord it may be thou mayst say to mee Alas poore Soule would'st thou my beauty see None ere could see the glory of my face And 〈◊〉 Earth such is Mans mortall case Lord thus I answer and I this confesse That thy Coelestiall glorious holinesse Is so immense so infinite so rare So great so glorious gracious specious faire That no flesh liuing can it see and liue Yet to my Soule ô Lord this mercy giue That so it may behold thy sacred sight Let Death with thousand deathes my body smite So my poore Soule may see thy Maiestie Let Death my breath my life end speedily Oh then I say and ne're shall cease to say O three-fold foure-fold happy sure are they Who by a pious life and blessed end By Christ Heau'ns Ladder to heau'ns ioyes ascend Who for the minutes of Earths Lamentation Enioy Heau'ns endlesse yeeres of Consolation Who from this earthly Prison are set free And in Heau'ns Palace liue O Christ with thee Yea who being dead to Sinne and Earthly ioyes Are there in plenitude of perfect ioyes But oh most wretched miserable I Who in the Flouds of worlds mortalitie By huge Heau'n-Mounting Hell-Descending waues By Rocks Syrts Whirle-Pooles all which seeme my Graues Am still constrain'd to saile through dangers great Which Waters Winds Weather together threat And which is more I most erroniously Through ignorance oft wander cleane away I lose my way and then am danger'd most Not knowing whither my poore Ship doth coast Being thus expos'd to Seas all-ieopardies Like Ionah when from Niniue he flies Tost to and fro euen into th' Maw of Hell By furious Flouds which 'gainst me rage and swell So that my way to th' Harbour of my Rest Thus being lost my Soule is sore opprest But which is worst whiles thus to thee I saile I meet Sea-Monsters which doe me assaile Resistfull Remoraes doe striue to stay me And huge Leuiathan gapes wide to slay me Lifes Toyes and Troubles Satans craft and Power Would stay my Voyage and would me deuoure Restlesse redresselesse thus I flote about And for thy heauenly helpe my Soule cryes out Wherefore Sea-calming Wind-controlling Lord To my perplexed Soule thine aide afford For if thou wilt O Lord thou canst me cherish O therefore helpe or else my Soule will perish One Depth ô Lord another in doth call As Waues breake-out and on each other fall The Depth of my Calamity profound Doth inuocate thy Mercies which abound I call and cry from many waters deepe My Soule from sinking Lord preserue and keepe O keepe mee from these dangers imminent Which haue my silly Soule on all sides pent Let thine out-stretched arme vpholding Grace Once bring my Soule vnto her resting-Place From floods of worldly infelicity Into the Hauen of aeternity How long ô Lord how long wilt thou prolong Thy wrath t' appease and ease mee from among These dire Death-threatning-dangers ô direct My way o thee my hope to thee erect My Confidence re-plant in thee I pray That so these tempests may me not dismay That so these floods though flow may not come neere mee That so these blasts though blow may not so feare mee Thou being my vn-rocking Rocke my shield My fortresse strong which to no force can yeeld Most skilfull Pilot so my Sterne direct My weather-beaten Boate so safe protect That it these dangers infinite may shun And to my Harbour may the right-way run Commiserate compassionate my case And in chine armes ô Christ my Soule embrace Though I with Ionas Sea-men lose my wares My goods
what thou maist thy selfe with ease procure Onely thy Heart 't is onely this he craues This giuen to God both Soule and Body saues Not that thy God is better by the same But thou maâ—e blest to magnifie his Name 'T is onely thine not his good he desires And for this good he onely thanks requires Oh therefore silly simple sinfull Man What greater madnesse tell me if thou can Than such a proffer fondly to refuse Than Death for Life for Treasure Straw to choose For precious Liquor fountayne-Fountayne-water good To hoose foule puddles stinking full of mud Oh more then mad-men thus to take more paine Head-long to run to Hell with might and maine Then euen the holyest Saints to goe to Heauen Who oft with treates and threats are thereto driuen But O my Soule thy Sauiours counsell take O doe not thou his bountie so forsake Goe buy of him giue Body Heart and all To purchase this rare Gem Angelicall And with that Royall-Shepherd Dauid say O thou my Soule trust in the Lord alway Yea in his Awe and Law take thou delight O like loue looke on this both day and night Let it be thy Arithmetike alwayes To take account and number out thy dayes A Deaths-head let thy chiefe Companion bee An Houre-glasse Remembrancer to thee Let thy chiefe studie be continually How to liue well and blessedly to die So shalt thou O my Soule most happy bee When thou of that blest Citie art made free When thou amongst that sacred Hierarchie Shalt sing sweet tones and tunes melodiously With Heau'ns Psalmodicall harmonious Quire Of Saints and Angels zealous hot as fire The Diapason of whose heau'nly Laies Doth warble forth Heau'ns due deserued praise Where thou being grac't and plac't in heau'nly state In precious pleasure ne're to terminate Being sweetly rap't in heau'nly Extasie Christs and his Churches Epithalamie My Sainted-Soule with sugred voice shall sing To God in Christ my Three One heau'nly King O happie Citizens enfranchis'd there O ioyfull Quâ—risters singing so cleere Victorious Souldiers thus to be trans-planted Where Peace for Warre where Life for Death is granted Happie wert thou my Soule most truely blessed If thou wert once of this rare ioy possessed That then I might be fill'd but neuer sated With that rare sight which once initiated Shall last for aye without Times dissolution Shall be most specious without all pollution Therefore my Heart as Hart being chafte and chaced By furious Hounâ—s most nimbly tract and traced Desires the Water-Brooks his heate t' allay That so refresht he thence may scud away Euen so my Heart O Lord desires to see Those Crystall streames of Life which flow from thee Sighes sues pursues her Countrie to recouer Here abiect subiect too too triumpht ouer By my three fierce and furious Enemies Who seeke my Soule t' insnare and sin-suâ—prize Euen Satan that old Hunter and his Hounds The World the Flâ—sh which giue my Soule deepe wounds Who more like rauening Woluâ—s would faine deuoure And captiuate my Soule in hellish power But thy preuenting Grace O Spring of Grace Preseâ—â—eâ— my Soule dis-nerues their horrid chace And as a Bird out of the Fowlers Grin Or as Noes Doue looking to be let-in Into the Arke of thine eternall Rest My tyred Soule is vnto thee addrest My Soule with worlds encumbrances oppressed Desires O Lord to be by thee refreshed My Soule doth thirst and hasteth to draw neere And longs before thy presence to appeare O Tree of Life O euer-liuing Spring Whose laud and praise the heau'nly Hoast doe sing O when shall I come and appeare in sight Of thee the Sunne of righteousnesse most bright When shall my Soule by thine All-sauing hand Be led with ioy from forth this Desert Land When shall I leaue this Wildernesse of wo Wherein my Soule is tossed to and fro I sit alone as on a house the Sparrow Iâ—h ' Vale and Dale of Teares feares sighes and sorrow O leade deare Christ my Loue-sicke Soule by th' hand From this vast Wildernesse drie thirstie Land To thy â—â—ne-Câ—llers that I there may taste Of thâ— Wâ—nâ—-flâ—â—ons thou prepared hast Comfort me with the Apples of thy Grace Wâ—â—h thy Hiâ— Manna strengthen my weake case With heau'nly Milke and Honny Lord make glad My heart which worlds afflictions hath made sad O let me once from Wisedomes sacred Lip Coelestiall Nard and Rosean Liquor sip Yea lâ—â— me satiate mine in-satiate thirst With that sweet Milke wherewith thy Saints are nourc't I thirst O Lord I thirst thou art the Well O quench my thirst and let me with thee dwell I hunger Lord I hunger thou art Bread Euen Bread of Life O let my Soule be fed I seeke thee Lord yet still I goe astray Through High-wayes By-wayes yet I misse the way Thou art O Lord the perfect Way and Dore My Soule will follow if thou goe before Direct my feete to leaue the paths of Sin Ope glories Gate and let my Soule goe in Let it be Riches to me to possesse thee Let it be Glorie to me to confesse thee Let it be Clothes Christ Iesus to put on Let it be Food his Word to feed vpon Yea let it be my Life to liue and die For Christ my King and for his Verilie So shall my Riches be to me eternall So shall my Glorie be with Christ supernall So shall my Clothing still be faire and new So shall my Foode be Manna heau'nly Dew So shall my Life ne're fade but euer Spring Being still preseru'd by Christ my Lord and King But oh alas when shall I see that day That Day of gladnesse neuer to decay That Day of Iubile when all are glad That Day when all reioyce none can be sad Whose endlesse time and neuer fixed date Eternitie shall ne're exterminate That Saints blest Birth-Day which shal ne're haue Euening That Lasting Day to which no Night giues ending That rare Grand-Iubile that Feast of Feasts Sabbath of Sabbaths endlesie Rest or Rests To which least Care shall neuer dare come neere Wherein the Saints shall shake off palid feare O pure O pleasant most desired Day Of that eternall springing Moneth of May In which my Soule shall euermore reioyce In which my Soule shall heare that happy Voyce Enter blest Soule into thy Masters ioy Enter into sweet rest without annoy Enter into the House of Christ thy King Where Peace and Plâ—ntie Mirth and Ioy doe spring Where thou shalt find things most to be admired Where thou shalt haue what most thy Soule desired Ioyes infinitely numberlesse I say And various pleasures infinitely gay Vnspyable vnspeakable by Man Immutable inscrutable to scan Where I thy Soule will feed will feast will fill Feede with spiritual food of my blest Will Feast with the dainties of delight most pure And fill with glorie which shall e're endure Enter I say and heare that melodie Which comprehends datelesse festiuitie Where