In a Garden where such Vines do climb there can be found no infidel!!
Ah, infidel, thou art the fruit of priestly arrogance.
May peace be granted unto them who sought thy mind to here enslave.
Before him there is no priest, infidel, pagan, nor heathen; all are called friends.
No more may these hard names be spoken; they are unlawful and unfit and they the love of god deny who utter them.
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When these names no more are heard, the rose of love puts forth, and perpetual youth doth greet the sons of every clime.
Upon the branches of the trees perch the [37]Eagle and the Dove, and the [38]Tiger with the Lamb at the River side make play.
This is a view of heaven that unto man descends; the night indeed has passed, the day has dawned.