Robert Cameron Rogers: The Rosary

The Rosary

Robert Cameron Rogers

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.