Charles VII
FRANCE .
Improvident king that failed to make a mark,
Poor moth that fluttered in the Saxon light,
Heedless of armored foes that burn and smite,
To Honor's voice thy dull ear would not hark!
The valorous deeds of leal Joan of Arc
Rouse not thy dormant energy to the fight;
The star of France swoons in the sullen night,
Chivalry sleeps, and the dire future's dark!
Thrice blest be she within whose bosom burned,
The sacred love of liberty, whose spell
Prompted thee on to laurels yet unearned!
Who gave thee power, and her sweet love as well.
Hail to that woman, the world to praise has learned,
Ravishing, white-browed, lofty-souled Sorel!
Improvident king that failed to make a mark,
Poor moth that fluttered in the Saxon light,
Heedless of armored foes that burn and smite,
To Honor's voice thy dull ear would not hark!
The valorous deeds of leal Joan of Arc
Rouse not thy dormant energy to the fight;
The star of France swoons in the sullen night,
Chivalry sleeps, and the dire future's dark!
Thrice blest be she within whose bosom burned,
The sacred love of liberty, whose spell
Prompted thee on to laurels yet unearned!
Who gave thee power, and her sweet love as well.
Hail to that woman, the world to praise has learned,
Ravishing, white-browed, lofty-souled Sorel!
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