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BOOK THE FOURTH.
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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, "I shall not need thy succour in the war.Me Heaven, if so seem good to it's high will, 400Will save. I shall be happier, Theodore,Thinking that thou dost sojourn safe at home,And make thy mother happy."The youth's cheek A rapid blush disorder'd. "O! the CourtIs pleasant, and thy soul would fain forget 405An obscure Villager, who only boastsThe treasure of the heart!"She look'd at him With the reproaching eye of tenderness:"Devoted for the realm of France, I goA willing victim. The unpierced Veil 410Was raised, and my gifted eye beheldThe fearful features of futurity.

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