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 "O more than mortal! thou whose powerful hand Avails to check the rapid step of Death, Snatching his prey even from the open'd grave. O Powerful! O Benignant! for myself Thus saved, I thank thee; for my country, more; Angel of Heaven! for surely thou wilt aid My country, and mine arm nerv'd with new life Shall on these proud invaders pour the war With tenfold fury." "Son of Orleans, cease;" With loveliest smile she said, "nor thus misgive What Heaven alone can claim. To Heaven return The grateful prayer; to Heaven, whose bounteous will Me, most unworthy, delegates to wield His thunder. Hear Dunois the tale of Her, Offspring of frail Mortality, yet doom'd To save her country. Lead me to the king, And as we journey on, these lips shall tell The wonderous work of Fate." Rh