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BOOK THE FOURTH.
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And spread the guardian shield!"
Again the Maid
Grew pale; for of her last and terrible hour
The vision'd scene she saw. "Nay," she replied,
"I shall not need thy succour in the war.
Me Heaven, if so seem good to it's high will, 400
Will save. I shall be happier, Theodore,
Thinking that thou dost sojourn safe at home,
And make thy mother happy."
The youth's cheek
A rapid blush disorder'd. "O! the Court
Is pleasant, and thy soul would fain forget 405
An obscure Villager, who only boasts
The treasure of the heart!"
She look'd at him
With the reproaching eye of tenderness:
"Devoted for the realm of France, I go
A willing victim. The unpierced Veil 410
Was raised, and my gifted eye beheld
The fearful features of futurity.
Again the Maid
Grew pale; for of her last and terrible hour
The vision'd scene she saw. "Nay," she replied,
"I shall not need thy succour in the war.
Me Heaven, if so seem good to it's high will, 400
Will save. I shall be happier, Theodore,
Thinking that thou dost sojourn safe at home,
And make thy mother happy."
The youth's cheek
A rapid blush disorder'd. "O! the Court
Is pleasant, and thy soul would fain forget 405
An obscure Villager, who only boasts
The treasure of the heart!"
She look'd at him
With the reproaching eye of tenderness:
"Devoted for the realm of France, I go
A willing victim. The unpierced Veil 410
Was raised, and my gifted eye beheld
The fearful features of futurity.
"Yes,
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