(Virgins.)
But where, ah where can this bright wonder be?
For, till we see Him, we are all on Fire;
We'll find Him out, or in the search Expire.

(Bride.)
If my Prophetick Hopes can rightly guess,
The Lovely Wanderer in his Garden is
Among the Lillies, and the Spices; He
Is now perhaps kindly expecting Me;
Oh 'tis a Heaven of Joy to think him Mine.