"Some courtier shall be seated. If the Maid 66 Might well exult to see the sons of France "Led by a phrenzied female." So he said; And, with a faith half-faltering at the proof, Dunois dispatched a messenger, to seek Beside the banks of Vienne, the Mission'd Maid. Soon is the court convened; the jewell'd crown Shines on a menial's head. Amid the throng The Monarch stands, and anxious for the event, His heart beats high. She comes, the Maid inspired! And as the Bastard led her to the throne, Quick glancing o'er the mimic Majesty "Thou art the King! "I come the avenging Delegate of Heaven, 66 Speed their disastrous flight. Monarch of France! Spread the good tidings through thy ravaged realm! "The Maid is come, the mission'd Maid, whose hand "Shall in the consecrated walls of Rheims "Crown thee the anointed King." In wonder mute The courtiers heard. The astonish'd King exclaimed, "This is indeed the agency of Heaven! "Hard, Maiden, were I of belief," he cried, "Did I not now, with full and confirm'd faith, "Thee the redeemer of this ravaged realm "Believe. Not doubting therefore the strange will "Of all-wise Providence, delay I now "Instant to marshal the brave sons of France "Beneath thy banners; but to satisfy "Those who at distance from this most clear proof 66 May hear and disbelieve, or yield at best "A cold assent. These fully to confirm By these thy mission studied and approved, "As needs it must, their sanction to all minds "Shall bring conviction, and the firm belief "Lead on thy favour'd troops to mightiest deeds, "Surpassing human credibility." Well pleas'd the Maiden heard. Her the King leads She sat with Agnes; Agnes proud of heart, Or flashing anger, or with scornful scowl, Deform'd her beauteous features. Yet with her The lawless idol of the Monarch's heart, Mary, obedient to her husband's will, Dwelt meekly in accord. The Maiden soon Loved the mild Queen, and sojourning with her Expects the solemn summons. Thro' the realm Meantime the King's convoking voice was heard, And from their palaces and monasteries Forth came the Doctors, men acute and deep, Grown gray in study; Priests and Bishops haste To Chinon: teachers wise and with high names, Seraphic, Subtile, or Irrefragable, By their admiring pupils dignified. The Doctors met, from cloister gloom recluse, Or from the haunts luxurious of abode Episcopal, they met, and sought the place Of holy abbots honour'd in their day, Now to the grave gone down. The branching arms Of many a ponderous pillar met aloft, Wreath'd on the roof emboss'd. Thro' storied panes Of high arch'd windows came the tinctured light. Pure water in a font beneath reflects The many-colour'd rays; around that font The fathers stand, and there with rites ordain'd So taught the church, became a spell approv'd Than e'er the hell-hags taught in Thessaly, This perform'd, The Maid is summon'd. Round the holy vase Mark'd with the mystic tonsure and enrobed |