Obscured the sun, the world is dark; <br />Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, <br />Send down thy spark. <br /> <br />Let every heart in France be stirred, <br />By such an all-compelling word <br />As thou once heard. <br /> <br />Say to each soul, 'Lo! I am near; <br />My voice still speaks in accents clear. <br />Be still and hear. <br /> <br />'The France I saved can not be lost; <br />Though tempest-torn and terror-tossed, <br />Count not the cost. <br /> <br />'Give as the maid of Domrémy <br />Gave all-gave life itself to see <br />Her country free. <br /> <br />'Back of great France my spirit towers <br />To aid her through the darkest hours <br />With God's own powers!' <br /> <br />Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc <br />Shine through the night, speak through the dark <br />The while we hark.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speak-30/
