The hours I spent with thee dear heart

Or 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