Though long she'd wept and quaked with fear,
When "victory," fell upon her ear,
She wiped her eyes and smiled.
Like as the lark outspreads her wings,
And, while she's soaring, sweetly sings
To charm the listener's ears,
The maiden, springing from her seat,
Flew forth, her coming friend to greet.
Her father now appears.
As her light footsteps pressed the ground,