The Great War

from Poems of the Great War, an electronic edition

Joan of France to an English Sister

I. M. Edith Cavell, Nurse

PitiƩ que estoit au royaume de France."

Pity had I for my France my land

In the days so far that be,

Pity of heart and pity of hand --

And who had pity on me?

England's daughter, led out to die

For a deed of mercy and truth,

Guerdon of helper thou hast as I

From the men that have murdered ruth.

Sister of Joan by the pity, the spite,

Joy yet in the pain be thine:

We have armed our folk with a quenchless might,

Fire of thy bosom and mine.