To Joan of Arc
Saint Therese of Lisieux
When the Lord God of hosts gave you the victory,
You drove out the foreigner and had the king crowned.
Joan, your name became renowned in history.
Our greatest conquerors paled before you.
But that was only a fleeting glory.
Your name needed a Saint’s halo.
So the Beloved offered you His bitter cup,
And, like Him, you were spurned by men.
At the bottom of a black dungeon,laden with heavy chains,
Joan, in your dark prison you seem to me
Ah! If the God of love in this valley of tears
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