Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

You're Something Between A Dream And A Miracle.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?

And There My Little Doves Did Sit With Feathers Softly Brown And Glittering Eyes That Showed Their Right To General Nature's Deep Delight.

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.