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JOAN OF ARC.
By everlasting Justice! come that hour 475When in the Sun the Angel of the Lord[1]Shall stand and cry to all the fowls of Heaven,Gather ye to the supper of your God,That ye may eat the flesh of mighty men,Of Captains, and of Kings! Then shall be peace 480When—Author of all ills that flesh endures,Oppression, in the bottomless abyssShall fall to rise no more!"
The Maid pursued,"And now, lest all should perish, was decreed That from the town the females and the infirm 485Should, out-cast, seek their fate.""I may not now Recall the moment, when on my poor Francis, With a long look I hung! At dead of night, Made mute by fear, we mount the secret bark, And glide adown the stream with silent oars: 490Thus thrown upon the mercy of mankind.

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