Month of the Holy Rosary

Sweet, blessed beads, I would not part With one of you for richest gem That gleams in kingly diadem, Ye know the history of my heart.

For many and many a time, in grief, My weary fingers wandered round thy circled chain, and always found In some Hail Mary sweet relief.

Ye are the only chain I wear- In life, in death, beyond the grave, Of Jesus and His Mother fair.