While to him she listened, it seemed that his words from the mouth of a man had broken.
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Then said the bird-like angel: “Hopeful you now may be,
Homeless, sorrowing maiden; gladness shall come to thee.
If you would hear of your birth-land, listen while I tell you;
From there I bring you tidings, for God hath sent me, of your woes to heal you.”
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At this, Gu-drun, the fair one, upon the sands down fell;
Crossing her arms, the maiden her lowly prayers did tell.
Then she said to Hildeburg: “God hath us in his keeping,