"She's saved? Thanks be to God," he said, and wept.

"And she, my lady bride!

O can you say

She too doth live? Or better yonder tide

Now held this hopeless wreck of life its prey!"

and slept.

 A messenger of life, young Eric sped And death's fell courier caught At Hilda's gate. The sisters' tears foretold the mischief wrought, "She's swoon'd," they said. He curs'd his cruel fate. They led him to her couch whereon she lay as dead. 

A messenger of life, young Eric sped

And death's fell courier caught

At Hilda's gate.

The sisters' tears foretold the mischief wrought,

"She's swoon'd," they said. He curs'd his cruel fate.

 

 

 Two Lives in One. 

 "Sir Harold saved!"  Like drops of heavenly balm, With healing quickening power, The tidings thrilled Her soul with joy intense as in that hour, The rush of new-found life her pulses filled. Her anxious fears allayed, she felt a holy calm. 

"Sir Harold saved!"  Like drops of heavenly balm,

With healing quickening power,

The tidings thrilled

Her soul with joy intense as in that hour,

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