” O enter with me the gates of delight,
The gates of the garden of man’s desire,
Where spirits, touched by heav’nly fire,
Have planted the trees of life.
While we slept in terror of night,
Laden with sorrows, chained and dumb;
Suddenly, while we slept, our heav’n is come.”
(R.S. Bridges, no title in Invocation to Music)
Maastricht (NL)
