Mine and Thine (1904)/Joan of Arc

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JOAN OF ARC

Her spirit is to France a living spring 
 From which to draw deep draughts of life. Today,—
 As when a peasant girl she led the way
Victorious to Rheims and crowned the King,—
High and heroic thoughts about her cling,
 And sacrificial faiths as pure as they,
 Moving the land she loved, with gentle sway,
To be, for love of her, a better thing!


Was she unhappy? No: her radiant youth
 Burned, like a meteor, on to swift eclipse;
 But where it passed, there lingers still a light.
She waited, wistful, for the word of truth
 That breathed in blessing from immortal lips
 When earthly comfort failed, and all around was night.