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« God hath inclined his ear, hath heard the voice “Of mourning, and his anger is gone forth."
Then said the Son of Orleans, "Holy Maid ! " I would fain know, if blameless I may seek "Such knowledge, how the heavenly call was heard "First in thy waken'd soul; nor deem in me “Ought idly curious, if of thy past days " I ask the detail. In the hour of age,
If haply I survive to see this realm "By thee deliver'd, dear will be the thought
That I have seen the delegated Maid, “And heard from her the wonderous ways of Heaven.”
A simple tale," the mission'd Maid replied, "Yet may it well employ the journeying hour “And pleasant is the memory of the past."
Seest thou, Sir Chief, where yonder forest skirts
6 As on the farther bank the distant towers
“ Of Vaucouleur ? there in the hamlet Arc
My father's dwelling stands; a lowly hut, " Yet nought of needful comfort wanted it, “ For in Lorraine there lived no kinder Lord " Than old Sir Robert, and my father Jaques “ In flocks and herds was rich. A toiling man “ Intent on worldly gains, one in whose heart “ Affection had no root. I never knew “ A parent's love ; for harsh
my “ And deem'd the cares that infancy demands “ Irksome, and ill-repaid. Severe they were, « And would have made me fear them, but my soul “ Possess'd the germ of steady fortitude, “ And stubbornly I bore unkind rebuke « And wrathful chastisement. Yet was the voice " That spake in tones of tenderness most sweet “ To my young
how have I felt it leap “ With transport, when mine Uncle Claude approach'd ! “ For he would place me on his knee, and tell
« The wonderous tales that Childhood loves to hear,
Listening with eager eyes and open lips “ In most devout attention. Good old man! "Oh if I ever pour'd a prayer to Heaven " Unhallowed by the grateful thought of him, " Methinks the righteous winds would scatter it! “ He was a parent to me, and his home "Was mine, when in advancing years I found “No peace, no comfort in my father's house. "With him I pass'd the pleasant evening hours, " By day I drove my father's t flock afield “ And this was happiness.
“ Amid these wilds "Often to summer pasture have I driven “ The flock; and well I know these mountain wilds,
every bosom'd vale, and valley stream " Is dear to memory. I have laid me down
People found out a nest of miracles in her education, says old Fuller, that so lion-like a spirit should be bred among sheep like David,
“ Beside yon valley stream, that up the ascent " Scarce sends the sound of waters now, and watch'd “ The tide roll glittering to the noon-tide sun, “ And listened to its ceaseless murmuring, “ Till all was hush'd and tranquil in my soul, “Fill'd with a strange and undefined delight “ That pass'd across the mind like summer clouds “Over the lake at eve, their fleeting hues “ The traveller cannot trace with memory's eye, " Yet he remembers well how fair they were, “How very lovely."
“ Here in solitude My soul was nurst, amid the loveliest scenes “Of unpolluted nature. Sweet it was “ As the white mists of morning roll'd away “To see the mountains wooded heights appear “Dark in the early dawn, and mark its slope « Rich with the blossom'd furze, as the slant sun « On the golden ripeness pour'd a deepening light. « Pleasant at noon beside the vocal brook
“ To lie me down, and watch the floating clouds, " And shape to Fancy's wild similitudes “ Their ever-varying forms; and oh most sweet! "To drive may flock at evening to the fold, “ And hasten to our little hut, and hear “ The voice of kindness bid me welcome home.
“ Amid the village playmates of my youth " Was one whom riper years approved my friend. "A very gentle maid was Madelon, " I loved her as'a sister, and long time “ Her undivided tenderness possessid, « Till that a better and a holier tie
“Gave her one nearer friend; and then my
heart “Partook her happiness, for never lived “ A happier pair than Arnaud and his wife.
16 Lorraine was call'd to arms, and with her youth « Went Arnaud to the war. The morn was fair,
Bright shone the sun, the birds sung cheerily,