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Or wisely fearful, or by speedy force
The morn was fair
The gallant Xaintrailles, Boussac, and Chabannes,
* “ The Frenchmen wonderfully reverence this oyle; and at the coronation of their Kings, fetch it from the church where it is kept, with great solemnity. For it is brought (saith Sleiden in his Commentaries) by the Prior sitting on a white ambling Palfrey, and attended by his Monkes; the Archbishop of the town (Rheims) and such Bishops as are present, going to the church door to meet it, and leaving for
Wafted of yore by milk-white Dove from Heaven,
The Missioned Maid
Then placed on Charles's brow the Crown of France,
it with the Prior some gage, and the King, when it is by the Archbishop brought to the altar, bowing himself before it with great reverence.”
In awful stillness witnessed: then at once,
As with a tempest-rushing noise of winds,
Lifted their mingled clamours. Now the Maid - Stood as prepared to speak, and waved her hand, And instant silence followed.
King of France !" She cried" At Chinon, when my gifted eye “ Knew thee disguised, what inwardly the Spirit « Prompted, I spake-armed with the sword of God “ To drive from Orleans far the English Wolves, " And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims. “ All is accomplished. I have here this day “ Fulfilled my mission, and anointed thee • Chief Servant of the People. Of this charge, “ Or well performed or wickedly, high Heaven “ Shall take account. If that thine heart be good, " I know no limit to the happiness “ Thou mayest create. I do beseech thee King !" The Maid exclaimed, and fell upon the ground And clasped his knees, “I do beseech thee King!
By all the millions that depend on thee, " For weal or woe-consider what thou art, " And know thy duty! if thou dost oppress
Thy people, if to aggrandize thyself “ Thou tear'st them from their homes, and sendest them "" To slaughter, prodigal of misery ! - If when the Widow and the Orphan groan “ In want and wretchedness, thou turnest thee “. To hear the music of the flatterer's tongue; “ If when thou hear'st of thousands massacred, “ Thou sayest, “ I am a King ! and fit it is “ That these should perish for me." If thy realm « Should, thro' the counsels of thy government, “ Be filled with woe, and in thy streets be heard “ The voice of mourning and the feeble cry
Of asking hunger; if at such a time “ Thou dost behold thy plenty-covered board, " And shroud thee in thy robes of Royalty, -66 And say that all is well-Oh gracious God! • Be merciful to such a monstrous man,