Saved.

The smuggler's patient skill soon fanned life's spark Into a feeble flame. Sir Harold first The solemn quiet broke to breathe the name Of Ruth, the Saracene who had him nurs'd And hid with all a sister's love and care within her ark.

"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!" "She lives, brave knight," they said. He smiled his thanks 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.