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JOAN OF ARC.
And placed again the poniard in her hand,For Superstition, with sulphureal torch,Stalk'd to the loom. This, Damsel, is thy fate! 345"The hour draws on—now drench the dagger deep!Now rush to happier worlds!"The Maid replied, "Or to prevent or change the will of Heaven, Impious I strive not: be that will perform'd!"
Lo! as she spake, celestial radiance beam'd 350Amid the air; such odors wafting now As ever fled upon the evening gale, From Eden's blissful bowers. An angel form Stood by the Maid; his wings, etherial white, Flash'd like the diamond in the noon-tide sun, 355Dazzling her mortal eye: all else appear'd Her Theodore.Amazed she saw: the Fiend Was fled, and on her ear the well-known voice Sounded; tho' now more musically sweet

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