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 unfold. 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, Will be my Rosary.