When of the Tent it will take leave?
The Body grows a little sick,
The soul may find it long or quick
Till she the Bridegroom see;
There stands he presently.
She views the Side, Hands, Feet, each Part;
The Lamb upon her weary Heart
A kiss then gives her:
This kiss Extracts the soul quite out,
And on his dear Mouth home 'tis brought,