JOAN of ARC.
BOOK THE TENTH.
The morning came, and from the Eastern clouds,
Emerging in his glory, the new Sun
Pour'd on the Virgin's cheek his startling rays.
Serene she rose, her anguish mellowed down
Even to that sober sadness that delights 5
On other days to dwell. Her issuing forth
The Bastard met.
"Hail Maid of Orleans! hail
Preserver of the French," the Chief exclaim'd.
"The hostile host are fled; yet not by flight
Shall England's robber sons escape the arm 10
Of Retribution. Even now our troops,
By battle unfatigued, unsatisfied
Emerging in his glory, the new Sun
Pour'd on the Virgin's cheek his startling rays.
Serene she rose, her anguish mellowed down
Even to that sober sadness that delights 5
On other days to dwell. Her issuing forth
The Bastard met.
"Hail Maid of Orleans! hail
Preserver of the French," the Chief exclaim'd.
"The hostile host are fled; yet not by flight
Shall England's robber sons escape the arm 10
Of Retribution. Even now our troops,
By battle unfatigued, unsatisfied
"With
