Show for the desen DESERET JOAN darc A child stood by a cot cottage tage taze door and looked upon the sky with a strange strang e mystic loveliness of brow and lip and eye hor her fao two w was Ls beautiful yet sad ead and even av when lien ilen she smiled it wore a diadem of thought too heavy for fora a child T was waal seldom that a teardrop tear t ar drop gemma the lash of her brown eye seldom that her quiet mouth closed quivering on a sigh seldom that a burning flash of feeling lit her clie cile cheek ek yet her mute eloquence of look was wils more than these could speak iier ller hand fiand was small and on her breast laid quietly away yet seemed to lold hold a scepter wand few monarch arms could sway iler iier voice vas was i almost muri murm nerous crous low 5 yet et something in its tone was more than many a loud command tho thundered from a throne fihe he spoke to a grave looking loc lot king dame who sadly shook her head and wondered if tho the fallica witched hl ber her r babas cradle bed 1 I cannot tell thoo why mother I 1 cannot tell thee why yet yut oft in hours lik alke ethis thia this I 1 foel feel A solemn wish to dlo dio nay donot do not cloud thy brow mother the hour may come to tha when thou ajl wiit wilt t shale shaie the bitter thought andrish and wish tho the same for me 1 I cannot tell theo why mother I 1 cannot tell thee why my sly spirit hath a soaring wing forever lifted high the plume that nestles low mother may hay rest or on blossoms warm the restless plume that flies mother IB Is broken by bythe the storm 11 11 II A woman form in armor dressed a girlish form and slight stood where a thousand lances flashed denn defiance axim aria to the light A prince had placed his signet ring upon her glender blender hand and the proud clil chivalry valry of fiance France stoa waiting her command stenn stern chieftains eui chi flims gazed gaud upon the child in truth blie ehe seemed no more sno soo looked BO so small and aragne fragile I 1 in tl abu martial garb she wore and wondering met the still brown eyes that th roher her bars Il aured roared a proad proud purity of thought uplifted to the stars stans sho she lead the army to the fight the thought av awoke oke a sneer trat tuat faded to a pitying salle smile that might have been a tear sh bire was s young so braut fui ful so don ion gentle gentie tle tie and so m el with long dark lashes sweeping down upon b her er quiet t cheek check they wondered if her eight could boar bear warm warna life streams gushing out ai wo wb could meet her steady gaze gazo and dare again the doubt they rhey almost al most deemed it sacrilege in thought to blame her there la her pure she seemed so like a prayer thou mou calt cult believe girl said the tile princa that mon won wilt wiit v lit win the day yet arm so slight hath never dared before so proud a fray she bent her lip to tho the palo hand that wore his ills sig big signet met bet ring I 1 leave theo thee here a prime prince she sho said hall nind find th hore here a kin hin king hing ill tle t c murky cloud ot of battle gutiare thick c in i a its gloom writh it 11 iia fla flailing vinz ving ghine shino of gabres uund and its ita loud thunder boom Is iii a 1 1 dain dainey 1 y golden helmet and a nax far float ing plume ad and a a smal sn sm dl 11 barq bare hand uplifted like a arlle arlie aa fhil fht ill 01 latin tho th o the ame of battle dattie when its d ep cmil C L euries lei lit iii roes roOS flow I 1 blazon by ty a lingle single jewel bruning lik ilk ilko liko lc rf ray torn in il t proud pul pui culang ng glory from the burn in inz ine beart heart of day aiu IAU in swe kwo awe two they knew know nat not vui fought ial tal chivalry c of franca SS m d us th tho a hand of iron steadied theirs upon two tuo lance as tuo tho each breast breas was girded by a belt of flame dashia every eveny british weapon baek back in splint ep cre ere from its at aim alm ii 5 dined as tho thol tho uio burning ardor bt each cah leap gar gal ing ins patriot yein vein aliened ead ened enod evory coward fooling dc denea bened every klare ciare that snowy pluma plemo was lifted foe ann A faltered falt fait ered cred formen lanh banh tle tho while they yielded haib balb lail hall U ulu tin U I 1 I 1 us that ther they shrank I 1 farther the white plume was vms drifted and the gemina hand floated higher till the days last was sifted oer oen jer jen th t 6 I 1 mils mlis in crimson fire tire then the proud french array arlay shouted nna and the english army fled every foe of france rested on her bosom besom dead standing where her nations banner proudly soared geared towards the sky was the fair browe crowed dooman woman warrior with her pale hands lifted high there were jeweled helmets lowered there wert were haughty naces faces stooped where the foes deserted colors oer oen unconscious bosoms drooped steadfastly she raised to lie ile heaven avell the deep language of her glance glauce while lothe lethe tiie chieftains round lier iler 43 praises to the god goti of france IV there w was low and dreamy music throbbing I 1 amton r asmon the hours th 0 were golden lamps that olim glim glimmered merod morod a wilderness of flowers there were wore mally many tinted jewels there were many colored blooms and the glowing nir air was heavy with a thousand mixed perfumes there were low feigned tones of lau iau laughter eliter there wore were false illusive smiles 9 and tho specious fashion md and its pretty painted vilos wiles there were proudly trailing trai lind garments sar gar monte monts there were proudly lifted plumes pirmes and a world of beauty flashing chrol tuo tho th lighted lighte d palace rooms there the re a monarchs lip was t in a gay half Jesting tone 14 to a paie pale whito vestured red woman standing sl lent by ills throne if a diadem unlighted by the jewel of thy smile I 1 and a scepter that la Is slighted by thy sadness all the ly whilo lillo and a throne that cannot lift mo me i where my hope hath perched its wing win area aroa are aro a kingdom in possession thee lady I 1 am king lady idere I 1 were proud to thank thee thea F for 0 r tho the diadem 1 wear had it power dower to awe thy sadness or of make vassal vessal of thy care lad lady y I 1 were proud to thank theo thea for my scepters li pir pix play y could it but command a gladness in thy gentle breast to stay 11 stis ITIs so long iong sinco since lifted lashes lashed showed me bhea thy illy feelings speak 1 and thy heart obdurate miser iks ils its rubles rabies laly taly y ehtee eutee CU efell tieTe thou seem a p perfect act statue fashioned of tile stone like a whir white gaddas homick biome for an adilen throne bowed the meek face lower lower and the quiet hand was wms pressed very gently very meekly on the white robed woman breast xera her low clear voice seemed floating oer an ocean wide nula ami deep where the tempest wearied surges so softly atly sobbed themselves to sleep 1 I am weary of 0 the music I 1 nm ram weary veary of tho tilo light and I 1 loathe my thonny thorny garland and its tonight to night I 1 am weary of the glances that insult art and the lip that ning fing fingers aers gers bend send a shudder to my ink heart I 1 am aln weary weary weary wea and I 1 long to neo more where the tangled vine leares lestaa guiver quiver oer my fathers cottage cottano door it was god goa that saved tab tap U nation etwas it was god that crowned its hing king not the land hand that led its army ky by its monarchs signet oong ring let tast then the nations weal veal 7 eal eai be beti sted to the I 1 everywhere lie ile 1 d l the triumph answer I 1 wa was 1 but prayer ana and my woman icart Is weary let iret I ret iet mogo and rest once more where the dewy vine leaves quiver oer oen my fat fathers liers cottage door conw on oc were vere the brown lashes lifted from tho tha at dy allar altar faro aaro that lier her warm heart pulses kindled and ana her pure eyes lifted higher tilon tam the tho king saze gaze gazed dawod awed awod ande anda and silent ilent on oti a quiet drooping lid th til inui ilia ay iy tl tut tua A it was not whiter tuan than tho the stain slain i I 1 liss I 1 ss iss 01 light it hid llad liaa his rus sc one ono no wlm bi IA lind lda ida ls diadem do ebo emo pearl noarl I 1 purer iuan luan taio tilo spirit beauty of that low lowi voiced cottage girl ajla ad was wis brow lirow grew daisor dar dai lor darker elia blia blinded aed ded bi 0 cl coad oad vad of pain I 1 I 1 and his voice volee had burning pathos rhe when theair The alt aIt it touched I 1 0 01 1 ask ns aioo na i pione prore thea thee I 1 do not lod loa o iia ila one iii lii iau inu dafnos nos throne 1 if it the fhe falio faise false and base are near nean noorun inia dor do not noi leaTO 4 1 I 1 to a sickly adulation masking a black coward hato hate ki theros theres one b beside rdo mo with a lip that never lie boo one whose darkest thought dare enter the white rato gato of paradise if the false and basadre are near me no presumptuous lip shall dare speak of theo thee but with an accent that Is reverent rever tut lut tnt a as a prayer pra er they rue who w ho name thee lightly they shall rhall die who dare offend als wis his the king of france sweet lady pleading pleading for a friend angel guard do not fon for asko aike us I 1 still the ensi Engl ifill foes fops Vu supported d by y tny thy presence shall we lift a steady lancet bo be but what thou hast been ever lady be tho the friend of france onoe once again her oyes eyes were lifted very caim calm they vwe wro w vre vvo ro and still veiling the high martyr grieved p ie ed her woman will 1 and her lier voice was w as very g gt atle atlo v verv very ct etael tiet ilet vetry aeiry low V I 1 A simple in its meek devotion thou hast haat cumm clin tein be it BO no V I 1 went she not tho tto woman warrior with t the e fly ing saw they not her white plume floating north nOrt lit ward to thie trio english coast t fading fading gono gone forever nore fore v cr grom from from v her iam xio 1111 t i that nativo analito ilore diore there thore 4 where the tha vine leaves quiver merllar oer lir lir lAr I 1 fathel fathe 8 pottage door AX faded froin from forever faded y ye evermore iv iz her dreary Eli ell english glish prison she will iii ill r this C it f she ste will heat riest tuo tho vine nine leaves hymning ubi USI low mugi tarol her sleep sho she will wai wal ianke e to hear bear her fetters oetters clank an aita atia an sen gen ewer harsh harsil and deep from a dungeon oer oem they led her very slie ble came noting not he tile coarse reproaches that were flung upon her name in the glory dofher of her hen triumph she had never scein seemed ed so proud I 1 yet her cheek could conid not bo be whiter tho her ht som wore a shroud did her slight arm shudder rudely rude rudo grasped by fingers strong antl anti ue her r nan d retained its scepter prisoner by I 1 all an iron thon then hong it Is strange that spirit greatness never can so perfect bo be in ito its flashing hour of triumph as its pains pales intensity lorl sity woman it t uis thy up win ita its ta kikui deew a lle lie tho a thousand tongues condemn thee mercy c peaks speaks thou thon not die har her numbed or fratezi that it did not shape a breath albreath did she that she had chosen by tho the scorn of silence deth death th they have led her in ili her beauty illat that fair gentle gentie waman vroman child where the pitchy splintered fagots fagons ready for the 60 iiames flames are piled IW woman onan even now we spare thee if thou wilt confess the lie 1 I havo have never lied fled she 1 I am ready let me dee die at ahn the firo rire was throbbing g round her still they shou shouted ted led thou 1 own that god didiot did dia not noh IR inspire fire firo thee own but I 1 this and ano wo we forgive I 1 I 1 saw they red iiames flames up soaring till that high unshrinking glance lioard noard they rod wames fames 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