In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Ver. 2. In the midst of the street of it] In medio foro eius, where all may easily come by it; not kept with a strong guard, as the apples of Alcinous, Hesperides, &c.
Twelve manner of fruits] Heaven's happinesses are so many that they cannot be numbered, so great that they cannot be measured, so copious that they cannot be defined, so precious that they cannot be valued.
Every month] Like the lemon tree, which ever and anon sendeth forth new lemons as soon as the former are fallen down with ripeness.
And the leaves] No want of anything either for food or medicine. Ita balbutit nobiscum Deus. So God speaks obscurely with us.