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 When the pale foe shall wither in my rage.

"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 heard 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 wistfully '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 event All look'd with fear, for there the fate of France Hung in the balance. Now my troubl'd soul "Grew