This he heard without replying,
Silent woes his bosom wrung;
In his arms he clasp’d her sighing—
On his courser’s back he sprung.
Thro’ the Switzer’s rugged land
Vassals, at their lord’s behest,
Sought Judea’s sainted strand—
Each the red-cross on his breast.
Mighty deeds all dangers braving
Wrought the Christian hero’s arm;