Rise up my love my fair one, and come away.

         For, lo , the winter is past,

         The rain is over and gone;

         The flowers appear on the earth;

         The time of singing of birds is come,

         And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:

         The fig tree ripened its figs,

         And the vine puts fortg its blossom,

         They give forth fragrance.

         Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

           Song of Songs 2:10-13