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Rh Till he becomes a bleeding youth And She becomes a Virgin bright Then he rends up his Manacles And binds her down for his Delight

He plants himself in all her Nerves Just as a Husbandman his mould And She becomes his dwelling place And Garden fruitful Seventy fold

An Aged Shadow soon he fades Wandring round an Earthly Cot Full filled all with gems & gold Which he by industry had got

And these are the gems of the Human Soul The rubies & pearls of a lovesick eye The countless gold of the akeing heart The martyrs groan & the lovers sigh

They are his meat they are his drink He feeds the Beggar & the Poor And the way faring Traveller For ever open is his door His grief is their eternal joy They make the roofs & walls to ring Till from the fire on the hearth A little Female Babe does spring