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Of her high mission rous'd, the Maiden's soul
“My Theodore, .“ Thou hast done wrong to quit thy mother's home! " Alone and aged she will weep for thee, “ Wasting the little that is left of life “ In anguish. Go thee back again to Arc, “: And cheering so her wintry hour of age, “ Cherish my memory there."
Swift he exclaim'd, “ Nay Maid ! the pang of parting is o'erpast, “ And Elinor looks on to the glad hour “ When we shall both return. Amid the war “How many an arm will seek thy single life, “How many a sword pierce thro' thy brittle mail, “ Wound thy fair face, or, driven with impious rage, “ Gore thy white bosom! JOAN, I will go with thee, “ And spread the guardian shield !”
Again the Maid Grew pale; for of her last and terrible hour
The vision'd scene she saw. “Nay,” she replied,
The youth's cheek A rapid blush disorder'd. “O! the Court “ Is pleasant, and thy soul would fain forget “ An obscure Villager, who only boasts “ The treasure of the heart !"
She look'd at him With the reproaching eye of tenderness : “ Devoted for the realm of France, I go “ A willing vi&tim. The unpierced veil “ To me was rais'd, my gifted eye beheld “ The fearful features of Futurity. “ Yes, Theodore, I shall redeem my country, “ Abandoning for this the joys of life, “Yea, life itself!" then on his neck she fell,
And with a faultering voice,“ return to Arc!
She reach'd the court
« Has that rude madman shook thy gentle frame “ With his strange frenzies?"
Ere the Maid replied The son of Orleans came with joyful speed Poising his massy javelin.
“Thou hast rous d “ The sleeping virtue of the sons of France; “ They croud around the standard,” cried the chief. “My lance is ponderous, I have sharp'd my sword “To meet the mortal combat. Mission'd Maid, “Our brethren sieged in Orleans, every moment “Gaze from the watch-tower with the sick'ning eye “ Of expectation."
Then the King exclaim'd “O chosen by Heaven ! defer one day thy march, " That humbled at the altar we may join " The general prayer. Be these our holy rites “ To-morrow's task ;---to night for merriment!"
The Maid replied “the wretched ones in Orleans
" In fear and hunger and expiring hope “ Await my succour, and my prayers would plead "In Heaven against me did they waste one hour “ When a&ive duty calls. For this night's mirth “ Hold me excused; in truth I am not fit “ For merriment; a heavy charge is on me « And I must let * go from me inortal thoughts.”
Her heart was full, and pausing, she repress'd The unbidden anguish. “Lol they croud around “ The standard! Thou, Dunois, the chosen troops “ Marshal in speed, for early with the dawn . “ We march to rescue Orleans from the foc.".
2 Esdras, xiv. 14.
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.