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 I made a vow that he should be   Redeem'd from his captivity. Sir knight, the Virgin heard my vow,— Yon light,—we are in safety now!

  arch was past, the crimson gleam Of morning fell upon the stream, And flash'd upon the dazzled eye The day-break of a summer sky; And they are sailing amid ranks Of cypress on the river banks: They land where water-lilies spread Seem almost too fair for the tread; And knelt they down upon the shore, The heart's deep gratitude to pour. 