The maid of Orleans. [Joan of Arc]

Old Joan looked at me-
As if no maid lead the revolution,
For centuries gone by,
Ever drawn to the courageous hearts,
That long to see the world,
Where the sun never sets,
Where the wind plays fair,
And our eyes fed by the spectacle;
Of glory, wisdom, and faith.

Long the wonder and remnants,
In the dark and hopeless times,
For she, the maid of Orleans,
Come to save us thee.

- Marcmire