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JOAN OF ARC.
Was happy! you too sojourn'd then in peace.
Fool that I was I blam'd such happiness,
Arraign'd it as a guilty selfish sloth, 270
Unhappily prevailing, so I fear me,
Or why art thou at Chinon?"
Him the Maid
Answering, address'd. "I do remember well
That night: for then the holy Spirit first,
Wak'd by thy words, possessed me."
Conrade cried, 275
"Then I have one more sin to answer for!
Oh Maiden, thou wert happy! thou hadst liv'd
Blessing and blest, if I had never stray'd
Needlessly rigid from my peaceful path.
And thou hast left thine home then, and obey'd 280
The feverish fancies of thine ardent brain!
And hast thou left him too, the youth whose eye
For ever glancing on thee, spake so well
Affection's eloquent tale?
So as he said,
Fool that I was I blam'd such happiness,
Arraign'd it as a guilty selfish sloth, 270
Unhappily prevailing, so I fear me,
Or why art thou at Chinon?"
Him the Maid
Answering, address'd. "I do remember well
That night: for then the holy Spirit first,
Wak'd by thy words, possessed me."
Conrade cried, 275
"Then I have one more sin to answer for!
Oh Maiden, thou wert happy! thou hadst liv'd
Blessing and blest, if I had never stray'd
Needlessly rigid from my peaceful path.
And thou hast left thine home then, and obey'd 280
The feverish fancies of thine ardent brain!
And hast thou left him too, the youth whose eye
For ever glancing on thee, spake so well
Affection's eloquent tale?
So as he said,
Rush'd
