But old Rolf was singing his morning hymn in clear tones within the castle, and the last lines were these:-- "Whom worldlings scorn, Who lives forlorn, On God's own word doth rest; With heavenly light His path is bright, His lot among the blest." Then a holy joy took possession of Sintram's heart, and he looked around him yet more gladly than in the hour when Gabrielle gave him the scarf and sword, and Folko dubbed him knight..