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 "Blessèd"

Blessèd : so have they named her. With just pride,

Deliberate care, and cautious circumstance,

The Holy Council have beatified

The Maid of Orleans, martyred child of France,

Who at Domrémy's village altar kneeling—

Ignored by friend and foe—

Through all her young unsullied spirit feeling

The tears of a despairing people flow,—

Implored relief; and following the word

Which none save she had heard,

Delivered France, and crowned her—long ago.

Rejoice, Domrémy, '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 how glorious the price

Of her dear sacrifice,

Gave her the name of blessèd—long ago!

Florence Earle Coates