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242 MARION C. SMITH
��HEART OF ALL THE WORLD
(Belgium)
He ARTSTRUCK she stand s — 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.
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