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Here in the highway without thy garden wall, / Here in the babel and the glare, / Sick for thy haven, O Sweet, to thee I call: / Open thy gate unto my prayer -- / Open thy gate.
Cool is thy garden-plot, pleasant thy shade, / All things commend thee in thy place; / Dwelling on thy perfectness, O Sweet, I am afraid, / But, fearing, long to look upon thy face -- / Open thy gate.
Over the ample globe, searching for thee, / Thee and thy garden have I come; / Ended my questing: no more, no more for me, / O Sweet, the pilgrim's sandals, call me home -- / Open thy gate.