Tatterdemalion daughter of mayhem, arise:
Saintly Magdalen, misprized gem, arise!
Above the law, above the teeming fray,
Above the voices that condemn: arise!
From dark alley, from city blight, behold,
These orient stars--your diadem! Arise,
Flee from censorious lips and groping clutches:
You're too dear for the likes of them. Arise!
Why should you knuckle under or pay heed
To the churlish critic's apothegm? Arise:
Bring the gift of your bruised and battered heart
To the bed of the Babe in Bethlehem. Arise!
Suffering soul, the dust whereon you tread,
Sings pride's farewell, wrath's requiem: arise.
Thomas, sing praise full-throated to this rose;
Bless every thorn upon her stem. Arise!