With great delight they fared together
on golden streets that gleam'd as glass;
hundreds of thousands I wot there were,
as of one Order was their guise;
'twere hard to choose the gladdest mien.
Before them proudly pass'd the Lamb,
with seven horns of clear red gold;
His robe most like to praisèd pearls.
Toward the Throne they took their track;
though they were many, none did press;
but mild as modest maids at mass,
so drew they on, with great delight.