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JOAN OF ARC.
Mild as decaying light of summer sun. 455Thus calmly constant flowed the stream of lifeTill lost at length amid that shoreless sea,Eternity. Around the bed of deathGathered his numerous race—his last adviceIn sad attention heard—caught his last sigh—460Then underneath the aged tree that grewWith him, memorial planted at his birth,They delved the narrow house: there oft at eveDrew round their children of the after days,And pointing to the turf, told how he lived, 465And taught by his example how to die.
"Maiden! and such the evening of my days Fondly I hoped; but I shall be at restSoon, in that better world of Peace and LoveWhere evil is not: in that better world 470JOAN we shall meet, and he too will be there, Thy Theodore."Sooth'd by his words, the Maid

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