The Rosary
The hours I spent with Thee, Dear
Heart!
Are as a string of pearls to me,
I count them over, every
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 unto
the end,
And there a cross
is hung . . .
O' memories that bless and burn,
O'
barren gain and bitter loss,
I kiss each bead and strive at last to
learn,
To kiss the cross, Sweet Heart,
To kiss the cross . . .
To kiss the cross, Sweet Heart,
To kiss the cross . . . ( to kiss the cross )
| EP Cover | 'Live' Version |
