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JOAN OF ARC.
"Hear ye," the Damsel cried; "these are the arms 495
That shall flash terror o'er the hostile host.
These, in the presence of our Lord the King,
And the assembled people, I shall take
From this the sepulchre, where many an age
Incorruptible they have lain conceal'd,500
Destin'd for me, the Delegate of Heaven.
Recovering from amaze, the Priest replied:
"Thou art indeed the delegate of Heaven!
What thou hast said surely thou shalt perform!
We ratify thy mission. Go in peace." 505
