Cheers to the youth whom are so Merry, so glee,
they are at the gardens of the blessed saints,
where they know not of the sorrow and painful fees,
that man has sinned like dark horrid disease.

laughter and hymns have been offered,
whilst men from the ***** think backwards,
I see no hate upon his grand rapture,
but the wolves will come to disrupt and fracture.

for we shall seek fit in the coming of the new Israel,
opening the gates of Eden and welcomed by the angels,
let us live like saints who left their earthly materials,
for the youthful children shall gather around the faithful.

as the youth ascends to the heavenly bodies above,
away from the chaos and discord of the ***** below,
for he has Shepherd his flock out of pure love,
let man see his faults before he is brought low.