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 Rejoice, Domrèmy, 'midst thy bowery green!

She was thine own, whom all, at last, would claim—

The greatest miracle that Earth hath seen

Since out of Nazareth a Saviour came.

Lowly as thou (though sheathed in armor bright),

Her soul was as the snow—

Yea, as the lilies of her banner, white.

The Church hath blessed her; but man's heart, less slow,

Remembering her service and the price

Of her dear sacrifice,

Gave her the name of blessèd—long ago.