F. C. Kolbe - "How shall this be done?" lyrics

Heaven's balance was all trembling when it eyed Mary, unwonted trouble on her brow, Confronting God with an imperial "How?" For once, this once, Heaven hoped to be denied, Nor hoped in vain. To be no earthly bride Was always Mary's gift to Heaven; and now, Strong in the splendour of her virgin vow, She waives the Motherhood of God aside. O queenly spirit! O Heart Immaculate! This world contained no measure of thy worth. All other souls with inward strife are torn; Thou wert so heavenly, thy royal state So towered supreme above the dross of earth, That even thy temptations were heaven-born.