And then the angels did her lead,
Forthwith within the gates of heaven:
A laurel crown set on her head,
Spangled with rubies and with gold:
A bright white palm she always had,
Glorious it was for to behold;
Her face did shine like to the sun,
Like threads of gold her hair hang down,
Her eyes like lamps unto the moon,
Of precious stones rich was her crown.