You may not see, nor have I seen.
Fresh green vine leaves hath the vineyard,
Saw I there grapes ripe and sweet:
So beautiful and so ripe are they—
They are saying ‘come and eat.’
Slept she there so undisturb’d
As I in heav’n above shall sleep—
Jesus! when I find thee there,
If innocent thy law I keep.
On his knees then all the night