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JOAN of ARC.
THE FIFTH BOOK.
Scarce had the earliest ray from Chinon's towers
Twelve hundred men,
The assembled court gaz'd on the marshall’d train,
And dim in distance, soon the towers of Chinon Fade from the eye reverted.
The sixth sun, Purpling the sky with his dilated light, Sunk westering; when embosomed in the depth Of * that old forest, that for many a league Shadows the hills and vales of Orleannois, They pitch their tents. The hum of occupation Sounds ceaseless. Waving to the evening gale, The streamers wanton ; and, ascending slow Beneath the foliage of the forest trees, With many a light hue tinged, the curling smoke Melts in the impurpled air. Leaving her tent, The martial Maiden wander'd thro' the wood; There, by a streamlet, on the mossy bank Reclined, she saw a damsel; her long locks Engarlanded, and as she nearer came,
* The forest of Orleans contains even now fourteen thousand acres of various kinds of wood.'
The Virgin knew it for the willow weed.
So saying, he arose and took her hand, And held it to his bosom. My weak heart, “ Tho' school'd by wrongs to loath at human kind, “ Beats high, a rebel to its own resolves. « Come hither outcast Onel and call her friend, " And she shall be thy friend more readily “ Because thou art unhappy."
Isabel Saw a tear starting in the Virgin's eye,
And glancing upon Conrade, she too wept,
“ Mission'd Maid !" The warrior cried, “ be happy ! for thy power ☆ 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 ; “ 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. “ Soon shall we enter Orleans," said the Maid; “A few hours in her dream of victory " England shall triumph; then to be awaked “ By the loud thunder of Almighty wrath! * Irksome meantime the busy camp to me