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the Gardener, Him addressing,

Well and rightly she believ'd:

He, the Sower, gave His blessing

To the seed her heart receiv'd:

Not at first His Form confessing,

Soon His Voice her soul perceiv'd.

She beheld, as yet not knowing

In the mystical disguise,

, That in her breast was sowing

Deep and heavenly mysteries:

Till His Voice, her name bestowing,

Bade her hear and recognize.