among you, as becometh saints.” All our windows should open towards Jerusalem, and none towards Sodom. We will gather our flowers always and only from Emmanuel’s land; and Jesus himself shall be their savour and sweetness, so that when he lingers at the lattice to hear us speak of himself he may say “Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue.” That which grows beyond the border of purity and good repute must never be bound up in our garlands, nor placed among