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?
Grand
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