La derniere communion de Saint Louis, roi de France by Gabriel François Doyen
Saint Louis, as you laid upon Tunisian sands,
You perished not in strange lands.
Priest and companions joined you in tent
And there was God’s Spirit sent.
In that council, you are consoled and console
As a new crown is prepared for your soul.
While on Egypt’s shores Antony died in despair—despite lover’s kiss
You, Louis, have upon your lips bravery and boundless bliss.
That Roman threw a world away for lust;
You surrendered all to reign with the just.