Till the heart of each was lightened by finding that as frightened
As he himself were all by the spiritual sight;
But their courage and their strength coming back to them at length,
They hasten to the prisoner’s room, and find it—vacant quite!
Yes! De Ruyter had departed! for while lying all downhearted,
And thinking of poor Alice, he remembered just in time
The spectre-walking legend—he had heard it from a “peagant”
(Excuse the Gampism, reader, but I use it for the rhyme);
And on the instant bright’ning, he proceeded, quick as lightning,
To dress him in the armour which the sable knight had left;