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The hours I spent
with Thee, Dear Heart!
Are as a string of pearls to Thee,
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.
Oh, memories that bless and burn,
Oh, 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.
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