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JOAN OF ARC.
And placed again the poniard in her hand,
For Superstition, with sulphureal torch,
Stalk'd to the loom. This, Damsel, is thy fate! 345
"The hour draws on—now drench the dagger deep!
Now rush to happier worlds!"
The Maid replied,
"Or to prevent or change the will of Heaven,
Impious I strive not: be that will perform'd!"
For Superstition, with sulphureal torch,
Stalk'd to the loom. This, Damsel, is thy fate! 345
"The hour draws on—now drench the dagger deep!
Now rush to happier worlds!"
The Maid replied,
"Or to prevent or change the will of Heaven,
Impious I strive not: be that will perform'd!"
Lo! as she spake, celestial radiance beam'd 350
Amid the air; such odors wafting now
As ever fled upon the evening gale,
From Eden's blissful bowers. An angel form
Stood by the Maid; his wings, etherial white,
Flash'd like the diamond in the noon-tide sun, 355
Dazzling her mortal eye: all else appear'd
Her Theodore.
Amazed she saw: the Fiend
Was fled, and on her ear the well-known voice
Sounded; tho' now more musically sweet
Amid the air; such odors wafting now
As ever fled upon the evening gale,
From Eden's blissful bowers. An angel form
Stood by the Maid; his wings, etherial white,
Flash'd like the diamond in the noon-tide sun, 355
Dazzling her mortal eye: all else appear'd
Her Theodore.
Amazed she saw: the Fiend
Was fled, and on her ear the well-known voice
Sounded; tho' now more musically sweet
Than
