BOOK THE TENTH.
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Lifted their mingled clamors. Now the Maid 700
Stood as prepar'd to speak, and waved her hand,
And instant silence followed.
"King of France!"
She cried—"At Chinon, when my gifted eye
Knew thee disguis'd, what inwardly the Spirit
Prompted, I spake—arm'd with the sword of God 705
To drive from Orleans far the English Wolves,
And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims.
All is accomplish'd. I have here this day
Fulfill'd my mission, and anointed thee
Chief Servant of the People. Of this charge, 710
Or well perform'd or wickedly, High Heaven
Shall take account. If that thine heart be good,
I know no limit to the happiness
Thou mayest create. I do beseech thee King!"
(The Maid exclaim'd, and fell upon the ground 715
And clasp'd his knees) "I do beseech thee King!
By all the millions that depend on thee,
For weal or woe—consider what thou art,
Stood as prepar'd to speak, and waved her hand,
And instant silence followed.
"King of France!"
She cried—"At Chinon, when my gifted eye
Knew thee disguis'd, what inwardly the Spirit
Prompted, I spake—arm'd with the sword of God 705
To drive from Orleans far the English Wolves,
And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims.
All is accomplish'd. I have here this day
Fulfill'd my mission, and anointed thee
Chief Servant of the People. Of this charge, 710
Or well perform'd or wickedly, High Heaven
Shall take account. If that thine heart be good,
I know no limit to the happiness
Thou mayest create. I do beseech thee King!"
(The Maid exclaim'd, and fell upon the ground 715
And clasp'd his knees) "I do beseech thee King!
By all the millions that depend on thee,
For weal or woe—consider what thou art,
"And
