They warned Our Lady for the Child

That was Our Blessed Lord,

And She took Him into the desert wild,

Over the camel’s ford. 

And a long song She sang to Him

And a short story told:

And She wrapped Him in a woolen cloak

To keep Him from the cold. 

But when Our Lord was grown a man

The rich they dragged Him down,

And they crucified Him in Golgotha,

Out and beyond the Town. 

They crucified Him on Calvary,

Upon an April day;

And because He had been her little Son

She followed Him all the way. 

Our Lady stood beside the Cross,

A little space apart,

And when She heard Our Lord cry out

A sword went through Her Heart. 

They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb,

Dead, in a winding sheet.

But Our Lady stands above the world

With the white Moon at Her feet.

                           -Hilaire Belloc 

Of the seven swords that pierced Our Lady’s heart, how many are represented in this poem? How do her swords relate to the pains of my heart?