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JOAN OF ARC.
Saw her white plumage stain'd with human blood!Shudd'ring she saw, but soon her steady soulCollected: on the banks she laid her downFreely awhile respiring, for her breath 420Quick panted from the fight: silent they lay,For gratefully the cooling breezes bathedTheir throbbing temples.It was now the noon: The sun-beams on the gently-waving stream Danced sparkling. Lost in thought the warrior lay, 425And softening sadly his stern face, exclaim'd, "Maiden of Arc! at such an hour as this, Beneath the o'er-arching forest's checquer'd shade, With that lost woman have I wandered on, Talking of years of happiness to come! 430Oh hours for ever fled! delightful dreamsOf the unsuspecting heart! I do believe If Agnes on a worthier one had fix'd Her love, that tho' mine aching heart had nurst Its sorrows, I had never on her choice 435

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