MEMORY'S ROSARY.
NCE I stood to count my blessings—Blessings on my path of life,
But was lost in mystic figures,
Shadowy numbers—no relief.
Then I tried another process,
Bid the leaves to count for me;
Courted e'en the murmuring billows,
To number them by sands of sea.
Bid the leaves to count for me;
Courted e'en the murmuring billows,
To number them by sands of sea.
Last, I sought an unseen altar,
Sacred shrine within the soul,
Where a rosary was hanging
Close beside a graven scroll.
Sacred shrine within the soul,
Where a rosary was hanging
Close beside a graven scroll.
On this scroll of pearly lustre,
Intertwined with ivy spray,
Were mystic words and flowers, with
Lily, rose, magnolia.
Intertwined with ivy spray,
Were mystic words and flowers, with
Lily, rose, magnolia.
