AT the last, tenderly,From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well- closed doors,Let me be wafted.Let me glide noiselessly forth;With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper,Set ope the doors O soul.Tenderly—be not impatient,(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,Strong is your hold O love.)