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JOAN OF ARC.
Who made me to be happy."
"Did that God"365
Cried Conrade, "form thy heart for happiness
When Desolation royally careers
Over thy wretched country? did that God
Form thee for peace when Slaughter is abroad,
When her brooks run with blood, and Rape, and Murder,370
Stalk thro' her flaming towns? live thou in peace
Young man! my heart is fleshly: I do feel
For what my brethren suffer."
"As he spake,
Such mingled passions charactered his face
Of fierce and terrible benevolence,375
That I did tremble as I listened to him.
Then in mine heart tumultuous thoughts arose
Of high atchievements, indistinct, and wild,
And vast, yet such they were that I did pant
As tho' by some divinity possess'd.380
"But is there not some duty due to those
"We
