Heartstruck she stands -- Our Lady of all Sorrows --
Circled with ruin, sunk in deep amaze;
Facing the shadow of her dark to-morrows,
Mourning the glory of her yesterdays.
Yet is she queen by every royal token,
There, where the storm of desolation swirled:
Crowned only with the thorn -- despoiled and broken --
Her kingdom is the heart of all the world.
She made her breast a shield, her sword a splendor,
She rose like flame upon the darkened ways;
So, through the anguish of her proud surrender
Breaks the clear vision of undying praise.
-- Marion C. Smith.