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—Which leads her to his kindred's arms,
Even as his own, his bride,
And asks of all her fond alarms
Amidst her wanderings wide—
And blesses her, as doubly dear,
Through toil and danger his,
Who, for his sake, despised all fear,
And bore all miseries?

His name her only talisman,
How proudly did he smile,
To hear how it had led her on
Through all the sea-girt Isle.—
And oh! how gratefully he raised
His soul to heaven above, And that
Almighty Guardian praised,
Who thus had saved his love!