My Rosary

The hours I spent with thee dear heart,

Are as a string of pearls to me.

I count them o’er each one apart.

My rosary, my rosary.

Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer,

To still a heart in absence wrung,

I tell each bead until the end.

And there a cross is hung.

Oh, memories that bless and burn.

Oh, barren gain, oh, bitter loss!

I touch each bead at last to learn.

To kiss the cross, sweet heart,

To kiss the cross.