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When the pale foe shall wither in my rage.460

"From that night I could feel my burthen'd soul
Heaving beneath incumbent Deity.
I sat in silence, musing on the days
To come. Anon my raptur'd eye would glance
A wild prophetic meaning. I have heard465
Strange voices in the evening wind. Strange forms
Dimly discovered throng'd the twilight air.
They wondered at me who had known me once
A chearful careless damsel. I have seen
Theodore gaze upon me wistfully470
'Till he did weep. I would have told him all
The mighty future labouring in my breast,
But that methought the hour was not yet come.

"At length I heard of Orleans, by the foe
Wall'd in from human succour; to the event475
All look'd with fear, for there the fate of France
Hung in the balance. Now my troubl'd soul

"Grew