WHO is this that cometh up not alone From the fiery-flying serpent wilderness Leaning upon her own Beloved One, Who is this? Lo, the King of King'''s daughter, a high princess, Going home as bride to her Husband'''s Throne, Virgin queen in perfected loveliness. Her eyes a dove'''s eyes and her voice a dove'''s moan, She shows like a full moon for heavenliness, Eager saints and angels ask in heaven'''s zone: Who is this? |