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JOAN OF ARC.
The ensigns of my office!" So he said,And paying thus his rite of sepulture,Threw o'er the slaughter'd chief his blazon'd coat.
Then Conrade thus bespake him: "Englishman, 610Do for a dying soldier one kind act!Seek for the Maid of Orleans, bid her hasteHither, and thou shalt gain what recompenceIt pleases thee to ask."The herald soon,Meeting the mission'd Virgin, told his tale. 615Trembling she hasten'd on, and when she knewThe death-pale face of Conrade, scarce could JOANLift up the expiring warrior's heavy hand,And press it to her heart."I sent for thee,My friend!" with interrupted voice he cried, 620"That I might comfort this my dying hourWith one good deed. A fair domain is mine;Let Francis and his Isabel possess

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