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Norton F. W. Hazeldine translation
When these names no more are heard, the rose of love puts forth, and perpetual youth doth greet the sons of every clime. Upon the branches of the trees perch the [37]Eagle and the Dove, and the [38]Tiger with the Lamb at the River side make play. This is a view of heaven that unto man descends; the night indeed has passed, the day has dawned.