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We met again by miracle: Thou wert another one Saved from this work of sin and death,— I was not quite alone.

And then I heard the evil tale Of guilt and suffering, Till I prayed the curse of God might fall On the false-hearted king.

I will not think on this,—for thou Art saved, and saved for me! And gallantly my little bark Cuts through the moonlight sea.

There's not a shadow in the sky, The waves are bright below;