The land was broken in despair, br The princes quarrelled in the dark, br When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air br Of selfish minds and wills that did not dare, br Your star arose, Jeanne d'Arc. br br O virgin breast with lilies white, br O sun-burned hand that bore the lance, br You taught the prayer that helps men to unite, br You brought the courage equal to the fight, br You gave a heart to France! br br Your king was crowned, your country free, br At Rheims you had your soul's desire: br And then, at Rouen, maid of Domremy, br The black-robed judges gave your victory br The martyr's crown of fire.