Reconciliation. 

 His outstretched hands did next forgiveness seek Of one who long had prayed This hour to see. With hands close clasp'd, no words the knight essayed; In tears he quenched a life-long enmity. Thus did the Saxon's love triumphant vengeance wreak! 

His outstretched hands did next forgiveness seek

Of one who long had prayed

This hour to see.

With hands close clasp'd, no words the knight essayed;

In tears he quenched a life-long enmity.

 Then last, though not the least who'd borne the cross And bravely gone to die In flower of youth, Young Eric caught the knight's atoning sigh, Who joined his hands with those of faithful Ruth Thus triumphed faith and love o'er pain and death and loss. 

Then last, though not the least who'd borne the cross

And bravely gone to die

In flower of youth,

Young Eric caught the knight's atoning sigh,

Who joined his hands with those of faithful Ruth

 And what of him whose kind and skilful care Had saved the life of three? Forget they him? Not so! a gracious pardon, full and free, With thankful joy they bear to dungeons grim; And one more doomed to die from death's fierce grip they tear. 

And what of him whose kind and skilful care

Had saved the life of three?

Forget they him?

Not so! a gracious pardon, full and free,

With thankful joy they bear to dungeons grim;

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