What comfort just to clasp it,

My Rosary so dear;

Each mystery brings fresh courage

And drives away all fear.

In prayer so oft repeated,

Yet never growing old,

I read the wondrous story,

Of God’s own love untold.

Each chaplet forms a garland,

To place at Mary’s feet;

Fair buds and full-bloom roses,

Exhaling fragrance sweet.

The Crucifix which crowns it

Reminds me day by day,

To bravely bear my crosses,

Along earth’s rugged way.

I hope when life is ended,

And death shall set me free

Still twined around my fingers,

My Rosary Beads shall be.