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.)