To the Maker!--the rose-grove of the sphere
Is but one leaf of the flower-garden of. His creation--
That those who sing His praises
May have a plate of pearls and jewels full of oblations!
May the magnitude of His glory shine, and the world of His perfection
be exalted!
A thousand chants of salutation and greeting from
the philomels of the garden-mansion of _Union_ and
benevolence, who are the musicians of the assembly of
witnesses and songsters in the delightful house of
_Ecstasy_[3] and benevolence.