29 MAY 1915, Page 15

POETRY.

TO JOAN OF ARC.

[The Maid of Orleans was burnt at Rouen May 30th, 1431.] Twine was the flesh of purest clay, Save His, who moved in Mary's side, And hers, within whose womb He lay, Since first, ere Innocence had died,

Fresh from the Great Creator's hand, Sweet as the flowers in Paradise, By dreaming Adam Eve did stand, God's glory in her sinless eyes.

Our fathers wrought thee cruel shame, Thy France betrayed thee to thy doom Yet for thine heritage of fame All earth is now too little room.

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