, 1876-09-17
JOAN De ARC.

Like u,eteor-h1aze III glowing names
martyr to her country's good,
A martyr to her woman . name;
For had the CHANGED to be man,
She had not met such dircful tate.
Foul envy's mark, cross s ~ was a.; nsrs stot
crown Of thorns, the Dusnln? sLaAos~
A crown Of thorns, spit on, reyiica
In after days by Engand's child.
The foremost Of her poet;.son1s a1s.;o,s ,as.
Should crown with laurels glof1ous one7,
Nor erudge upon the maiden breast
To sec the star Of vict ~ rest
SIZE was no maid OF high degree,
No knight raised on the tented ae4ds
A cottage maiden, she was reused
To labor for her Country's veal.
Mind burst its letters, and her name
Descends 10 us with spotless fame;
Mind knows no sex, but earns IT. place
Nv strength, and power, md fitting graos*
Had she the martial training tnen
THAT warriors need on battle- field,
The mortal mind might never ken
y What lat strength such arms as hers might WELD
Joan de Arc. thy name should De
watchword for the pure and Tree,
| Who learn 10 heed the bugle CALI
| And fall where Freedon . heroes 1aA.
| sec thee now, thou glorious one,
| While battling for thy native land4
| Thy banner floating toward the suI!.
/ And followed by thy chosen band
where battle ragged the thickest, where
nanoer and death were, thou vast there.
| Thv floating locks and prophet eye
| CLEANED with epiEit pure and froes
| m on brave soldiers! was thy cry,
| Fioht. fight for Charles and L1berty1
Strike for the God that reigns abovet
Strike for our Own beloved hd ffaneea t;,as INV.
Thronrl battle smoke, by low ring lauce,
] And cIear above the battle -clang
That voice in full, deep tones Was heaxa:
What influence was thine, Joan
! It spoke in every look and word.
The foe increases, on they como
| cod save thee now, brave hearted one.
! Rnt see again she leads them on,
| Those strong, brave men, while oack fe1ea@
| THE nro11d ill-Etarred Burgunula1ss
| To womau's valor own defeat;
But 10: they rally, tnrn aSain' n 1o..
| Their numbers widen; then Joan
| Sounds retreat: tits all In vain,
| They're doubled now to ey'ry man
Once more she turns; and they 1,seed. reeoli:
| Hut see your guardian angel there,
| say Frcuchmen, can it be that you
| Heed not her look Of wild despair!
! You turn, you nee; shame on you now
| Who glory in the name OF man
| Deserted BY false hearted friends,
| Oppressed by foes, thou yield st, Joan'
m shame upon their craven heartsl
Oh. shame upon their jealousyl
/ Who sacrificed their countrys GOOD,
Thy life, and well-earncd liberty
rhrv eruJged 10 thee thy laurcl-wreath
Recause it was by woman won;
They thought il right that .xonnn,h woman meeo
Should ever unto mans succamo'
| And did they think for that, Joan'
1,n desecrate thy womans name,
Thou who had'st led the 6attle.van, 9,a,
| 10 rob thee Of thy hard earned 1ameE
Mine is no heart which si9hs to share
| In bloody scene on battle-1eld,
| uo1, nft wish no need there were
nf faming sword or warriors shield.
The touch Of little hands, the Kiss
Of childhood. purest We may gam,
Brings to the wo1nan's soul more bilss
Than martial trump, Or wreath VI fame'
| rut yynmcu are not all alike
W We waalel dare not % measure out her dover;
nhe tenderest soul will often strike
The hardest In dark peril's honr
| We're men more pure anu women sttoue'
How different the world would be;
| Backyard might flow tide of wrong,
And grace would set some spirits 1tee.
Often look o'er Historys page.
And read OF daughters who have won
1ha ~ronilest praise that e'er WAS earned
Througt, daring deeds BY warrlor-son.
| Aud nt such times, when WoInans name
IA linked to all TINT 3 light and weak,
,,hn Int blood burns about my henrt--
feel scorn may not speak,
: The epirit OF heroic sires
Doth sound my soul q huge-cah
| TO rise above all vain desires,
r7ha aacd which hath been world d-wIde nursed
No golden fruitagc homeward brings,
when even |. though woman cursed,
Feel euual to great, glorions th.nes
wonii On Earth were naught but peace,
cnod-wil} to man, that mind held sway
Der ali the passions born OF Earth,
] THAT sin and strife had passed away;
l YET. '1nuns those na1nes whlcn men oeitgo'
~ write on Fames emblazoned scfoli,
1hs ;,instrious dead, whose actions bright
live on. though ages Q er them roll
va sn,onr those heroes, true ana braSe'
Who foremost stood In battle van,
b Write hers who met martYrB grave
neerIesa pure-hcarted, brave Joant
. lee1te7o: :inf ~ EMMA PAssMoRE BROW