BOOK THE FIFTH.
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"Missioned Maid!"
The warrior cried, "be happy! for thy power 70
Can make this wanderer so. From Orleans driven,
Orphan'd by war, and torn away from one
Her only friend, I found her in the wilds,
Worn out with want and wretchedness. Thou, JOAN,
Wilt his beloved to the youth restore. 75
And, trust me Maid! the miserable feel
When they on others bestow happiness
High joys and soul-ennobling."
She replied,
Pressing the damsel's hand, in the mild tone
Of equal friendship, solacing her cares. 80
"Soon shall we enter Orleans," said the Maid;
A few hours in her dream of victory
England shall triumph; then to be awak'd
By the loud thunder of Almighty wrath!
Irksome meantime the busy camp to me 85
A solitary woman. Isabel,
Wert thou the while companion of my tent,
The warrior cried, "be happy! for thy power 70
Can make this wanderer so. From Orleans driven,
Orphan'd by war, and torn away from one
Her only friend, I found her in the wilds,
Worn out with want and wretchedness. Thou, JOAN,
Wilt his beloved to the youth restore. 75
And, trust me Maid! the miserable feel
When they on others bestow happiness
High joys and soul-ennobling."
She replied,
Pressing the damsel's hand, in the mild tone
Of equal friendship, solacing her cares. 80
"Soon shall we enter Orleans," said the Maid;
A few hours in her dream of victory
England shall triumph; then to be awak'd
By the loud thunder of Almighty wrath!
Irksome meantime the busy camp to me 85
A solitary woman. Isabel,
Wert thou the while companion of my tent,
"Lightly
