And as upright

She stood, the living counterpart she seemed

Of her whose presence made Hell's dungeons bright,

 

 

 Rediviva. 

 "Dear mistress mine," young Eric cried and rose; Then took and kissed her hand, As he had done, That night he had received her last command— To make her place of refuge known to none. O blessed charm which brought her life and sweet repose! 

"Dear mistress mine," young Eric cried and rose;

Then took and kissed her hand,

As he had done,

That night he had received her last command—

To make her place of refuge known to none.

 When she awoke next morn she gazed on all Around with look so calm And smile so sweet, As fell upon each soul like holy balm Of healing. Yet their eyes could only greet Her look of grateful love with tears unbidd'n to fall. 

When she awoke next morn she gazed on all

Around with look so calm

And smile so sweet,

As fell upon each soul like holy balm

Of healing. Yet their eyes could only greet

 "That voice I heard last night," she weakly said, "Whose tones familiar sent A magic thrill Through all my veins and fever's fetters rent, Was Eric's, faithful youth, whom they would kill In Ragnor's deadly vaults! O say he is not dead?" 

"That voice I heard last night," she weakly said,

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