The Rosary

By Robert Cameron Rogers

1862-1912


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.

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,
         Sweetheart,
         To kiss the cross.

DayPoems Poem No. 1221
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