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JOAN OF ARC.
As him the centinel conduced, round
He gaz'd and cried; "Oh! I am sad to think
So many men shall never see the sun
Go down! Ye English mothers mourn ye now, 230
Daughters of England weep! for hard of heart
Still your mad leaders urge the impious war,
And for their folly and their wickedness,
Your sons, your husbands, by the sword must fall.
Widow'd and friendless, ye shall sit and weep, 233
And, wanting bread, groan for the murdered ones
In whom your joys were murdered!"
So he cried,
And they who heard him trembled. Thro' the host
Ran the strange tidings. For the fight they arm,
Eager for war no longer, nor of blood 245
Greedy, but palsied by religious dread.
Some by bold words seeking to hide their fear
Even from themselves; some of the coming fray
Murmuring in hints half heard, tho' understood;
Some deadly pale and ominous of death, 245
He gaz'd and cried; "Oh! I am sad to think
So many men shall never see the sun
Go down! Ye English mothers mourn ye now, 230
Daughters of England weep! for hard of heart
Still your mad leaders urge the impious war,
And for their folly and their wickedness,
Your sons, your husbands, by the sword must fall.
Widow'd and friendless, ye shall sit and weep, 233
And, wanting bread, groan for the murdered ones
In whom your joys were murdered!"
So he cried,
And they who heard him trembled. Thro' the host
Ran the strange tidings. For the fight they arm,
Eager for war no longer, nor of blood 245
Greedy, but palsied by religious dread.
Some by bold words seeking to hide their fear
Even from themselves; some of the coming fray
Murmuring in hints half heard, tho' understood;
Some deadly pale and ominous of death, 245
Silently
