In Paradise



The Shepherd whose love
Is steadfast as His holy Master’s,
A legion of masses
Who did best walk the path to life,
The cuddles and the rest
Upon wondrous greens,
And all the trees
That give endless fruits.
A day that knows no nightfall,
The joy of melodizing souls,
The merry voices
Of piping peers,
The pinnacle of sweet harvest,
The delight of highest measure,
A year of eternal summertime!

Lancelot

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