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JOAN OF ARC.
Then did I look on our forsaken home,
And almost sob my very soul away!
For all my hopes of happiness were fled,
Like a vain dream!"
And almost sob my very soul away!
For all my hopes of happiness were fled,
Like a vain dream!"
"Perish these mighty ones," 160
Cried Conrade, "these prime ministers of death,
Who stalk elated o'er their fields of fame,
And count the thousands they have massacred,
And with the bodies of the innocent, rear
Their pyramid of glory! Perish these, 165
The epitome of all the pestilent plagues
That Egypt knew! who pour their locust swarms
O'er ravaged realms, and bid the brooks run blood.
Fear and Destruction go before their path,
And Famine dogs their footsteps. God of Justice, 170
Let not the innocent blood cry out in vain!"
Cried Conrade, "these prime ministers of death,
Who stalk elated o'er their fields of fame,
And count the thousands they have massacred,
And with the bodies of the innocent, rear
Their pyramid of glory! Perish these, 165
The epitome of all the pestilent plagues
That Egypt knew! who pour their locust swarms
O'er ravaged realms, and bid the brooks run blood.
Fear and Destruction go before their path,
And Famine dogs their footsteps. God of Justice, 170
Let not the innocent blood cry out in vain!"
Thus whilst he spake the murmur of the camp
Rose on their ear. First like the distant sound
When the full-foliaged forest to the storm
Rose on their ear. First like the distant sound
When the full-foliaged forest to the storm
Shakes
