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 Their summons. As she came a loveliest blush O'er her fair cheek suffus'd, such as became One mindful still of maiden modesty, Tho' of her own worth conscious. Thro' the aisle The cold wind moaning as it pass'd along Wav'd her dark flowing locks. Before the train In reverend silence waiting their sage will, With half averted eye she stood compos'd. So have I seen the simple snow-drop rise Amid the russet leaves that hide the earth In early spring, so seen its gentle bend Of modest loveliness amid the waste Of desolation. By the maiden's side Proud in conviction stood the warrior Son Of Orleans to avow his deep wounds heal'd By power miraculous vouchsaf'd from Heaven To her the inspir'd damsel. As he stood, Viewing with steady eye the magic rites Of preparation, thus the arch Priest spake Severe. "Woman.