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The Rosary
The hours I spent with thee dear heart
Are as a string of pearls to me
I count them over ev-'ry 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 sweetheart
to kiss the cross