And she planted in her garden and she weeded out the tares,
For the freedom that she wanted was more beautiful than theirs.
But when she saw man bestial and content with earthly things,
She scourged herself in cloisters, and she wept and prayed for wings.
Then she nurtured heavenly visions and she held aloft the cross,
To show eternal values amid life’s gain and loss.
And she pointed to the radiance round the crown the god-man wears,
For the freedom that she wanted was a holier one than theirs.
Then she smiled from out her shelter while her men coped with the world;
Her strength she made of weakness, and about her heart she curled