The City
And the city had no need
No need of the sun
Neither of the moon
To shine in it
He that talked with me
Had a golden reed
To measure the city
And the gates thereof
And the walls thereof
Ex hac matre sic
Intacta cignit eum
Quo est facta cunctaque
Viventia
And the gates of it, shall not
Be shut at all by day
For there shall not be night
Shall be no night there
Be no nigth there
