Than the songs of all the birds

There that range,

353 Call, chirp, and twitter there

353

Through the garden-beds

Where the sun alike sees fair

Those two heads,

And which may holier be

Held in heaven of those

Or more worth heart's thanks to see

No man knows.

354 XXII

354

Of such is the kingdom of heaven,

No glory that ever was shed

From the crowning star of the seven

That crown the north world's head,

No word that ever was spoken

Of human or godlike tongue,

Gave ever such godlike token

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