Joan of Arc

No school had she;
Her prayers were her knowledge-might.
On her country's brow
She saw a huge and doleful night.

The Voice of God
She heard twelve years after birth.
The human soul
Endeavoured to end her mission's mirth.

Her foes kissed the dust.
To France she gave the Victory's crown.
Some years rolled by
Alas, she was seized by evil's frown.

Her outer sheath
Was burned but not her glory's breath.
The eyeless French,
The ruthless French, achieved her death.