The well-known tones Thrill'd her; her heart throbb'd fast; she started up, And fell upon the neck of Theodore. "Oh! I have found thee!" cried the enraptur'a youth, And I shall dare the battle by thy side, And shield thee from the war! but tell me, JOAN, Mindless of her high call, "Thou wakest in my mind And, eloquent with all a mother's fears, Urged me to leave her not. My wayward heart But the Maid Feeble and faint, she hung. His eager eye, And strain'd in anxious love, on her wan cheek "My Theodore, Thou hast done wrong to quit thy mother's home! In anguish. Go thee back again to Arc, Swift he exclaim'd, Again the Maid Grew pale; for of her last and terrible hour The vision'd scene she saw. "Nay," she replied, "I shall not need thy succour in the war. Me Heaven, if so seem good to its high will, Will save. I shall be happier, Theodore, Thinking that thou dost sojourn safe at home, And make thy mother happy." The youth's cheek She look'd at him Yes, Theodore, I shall redeem my country, Yea, life itself!" Then on his neck she fell, She reach'd the court Breathless. The mingled movements of her mind Shook every fibre. Sad and sick at heart, 1 Forgetful and his crime, as cheerful seem'd Ere the Maid replied, The son of Orleans came with joyful speed, Poising his massy javelin. "Thou hast rous'd The sleeping virtue of the sons of France; They crowd around the standard," cried the chief. Then the King exclaim'd, The Maid replied, "The wretched ones in Orleans, Her heart was full, and pausing, she repress'd The unbidden anguish. "Lo! they crowd around The standard! Thou, Dunois, the chosen troops Marshal in speed, for early with the dawn We march to rescue Orleans from the foe." H |