But not alone, not all unblessed

But not alone, not all unblessed, The exile sought a place of rest; ONE dared with him to burst the knot, That bound her to her native spot; Her low sweet voice in comfort spoke, As round their bark the billows broke; She through the midnight watch was there; With him to bend her knees in prayer; She trod the shore with girded heart, Through good and ill to claim her part; In life, in death, with him to seal Her kindred love, her kindred zeal.