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 And in the hour of peace amid thy friends Dwell thou without ambition." So he spake. But when the Bastard told the wond'rous tale, How interposing Heaven had its high aid Vouchsaf'd to France, the old man's eyes flash'd fire, And rising from the bank, the stately steed That graz'd beside he mounts. "Farewell Dunois, Thou too the Delegate of Heaven, farewell! I go to raise the standardwe shall meet At Orleans." O'er the plain he spurr'd his steed. They journey on their way till Chinon's towers. Rose