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Three days passed by:
The Council met at Poitiers. In the midst
The Maid stood up. Briefly she told her tale.
The Council next made question of her Faith:
Her answers pleased it. Insight keen they shewed
Humble albeit, and joined with lofty mind
Strange soberness of heart. Great Truths to her,
Thus spake those Elders whispering each to each,
Shone through a diamond air: what others saw
She touched with naked hand. They sent to Arc;
Made inquest of her life. The peasants answered
She was the lamb's best friend against the wolf:
The answer of her parents was more brief:—
‘The child is good enough.’
The Council met at Poitiers. In the midst
The Maid stood up. Briefly she told her tale.
The Council next made question of her Faith:
Her answers pleased it. Insight keen they shewed
Humble albeit, and joined with lofty mind
Strange soberness of heart. Great Truths to her,
Thus spake those Elders whispering each to each,
Shone through a diamond air: what others saw
She touched with naked hand. They sent to Arc;
Made inquest of her life. The peasants answered
She was the lamb's best friend against the wolf:
The answer of her parents was more brief:—
‘The child is good enough.’
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