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Can bid St. Peter ope the gates of Heaven,
475 Ignorant, thy soul in liquid flames must rue It's error."
Thus he spake ; applauding looks Went round. Nor dubious to reply the Maid Was silent.
"Fathers of the holy Church, If on these points abstruse a simple maid 480 Like me should err, impute not you the crime To self-will'd reason, vaunting its own strength Above eternal wisdom. True it is That for long time I have not heard the sound Of mass high-chaunted, nor with trembling lips 485 Partook the holy wafer : yet the birds Who to the matin ray prelusive pour’d Their joyous song, methought did warble forth Sweeter thanksgiving to Religion's ear In their wild melody of happiness,
490 Than ever rung along the high-arch'd roofs Of man:..
yet never from the bending vine Pluck'd I its ripen'd clusters thanklessly, Or of that God unmindful, who bestow'd 494 The bloodless banquet. Ye have told me, Sirs, That Nature only teaches man to sin ! If it be sin to seek the wounded lamb, To bind its wounds, and bathe them with my tears,
This is what Nature taught! No, Fathers, no !
Solemn and slow the reverend Priest replied, 515
And o'er these past her naked arm immerse
with her The sacred trial.”
" Grace of God !” exclaim'd The astonish'd Bastard ; “ plunge me in the pool, O'er red-hot ploughshares make me skip to please Your dotard fancies ! Fathers of the church, 541 Where is your gravity ? what ! elder-like Would
this fairer than Susannah eye? Ye call for ordeals; and I too demand The noblest ordeal, on the English host 545 By victory to approve her mission sent From favouring Heaven. To the Pope refer For judgement! Know ye not that France even now Stands tottering on destruction !"
Starting then With a wild look, the mission'd Maid exclaim'd, “ The sword of God is here! the grave shall speak To manifest me !"
Even as she spake, A pale blue flame rose from the trophied tomb 553 Beside her: and within that house of death A sound of arms was heard, as if below 555 A warrior buried in his armour, stirr'd.
“ Hear ye ?” the Damsel cried; “ these are the
Which shall flash terror o'er the hostile host.
Recovering from amaze, the Priest replied : “ Thou art indeed the Delegate of Heaven ! 565 What thou hast said surely thou shalt perform. We ratify thy mission. Go in peace.”
JOAN OF ARC.
THE FOURTH BOOK.
The feast was spread, the sparkling bowl went round,
Enough hath of the wearying day been given
Obedient to the King
Nay, I will see the monarch,” he replied,
King of France! I come ' From Orleans, speedy and effectual aid
15 Demanding for her gallant garrison, Faithful to thee, though thinn'd in many a fight, And now sore pressed by want. Rouse thou thyself,