The rush of new-found life her pulses filled.

 Two lives in one, although they dwelt apart. A sympathetic glow, Each seemed to feel, To pass from soul to soul; a constant flow Of thought and feeling made their wounds to heal; As though betwixt the two there beat one common heart. 

Two lives in one, although they dwelt apart.

A sympathetic glow,

Each seemed to feel,

To pass from soul to soul; a constant flow

Of thought and feeling made their wounds to heal;

 Who nightly scared the darkness-loving owl And made the hills resound With watch-dogs' bark? But he who faithful unto death was found; Who'd buried been in Ragnor's dungeons dark, While round him Death's grim shades pursued their midnight prowl. 

Who nightly scared the darkness-loving owl

And made the hills resound

With watch-dogs' bark?

But he who faithful unto death was found;

Who'd buried been in Ragnor's dungeons dark,

 

 

 The Lost Missive. 

 One night as Eric rode, a bolt whizzed by, With well-nigh fatal aim. He faster flew, Until, alack! his faithful steed fell lame. He leapt aground and o'er his arm he drew The reins. What joy to find the smuggler's den was nigh! 

One night as Eric rode, a bolt whizzed by,

With well-nigh fatal aim.

He faster flew,

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