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Show j 4 . -4- : ryan : !' ' MY BEADS. Sweet, blessed beads! 1 would not part With one of you fer rfch'-s em That gleams in kingly, 'iadem; -Yo know the history ' my. ;ieart. For I have told you e very -rif " In all the clays of twenty years. And I have moistened yui with tei'rs. j And in your decades found relief. Oh! time Iris fed. and friends, have failed, ! And joys have died: but in my needs Yo were my friends, my blessed bends! And ye consoled me wiien I wailed. ! For many and many a time in grief, Mv wearv fingers wandered round Tliv circled chain, and always found In "some Hail Mary sweet reli?f. How manv a story you misfit tell Of inner life, to ell unknown; I trusted you and yon alone. Hut oh! ye keep my secrets well. Ye are the only chain T wear A siim that I am but a slave. In life, in death, beyond the grave. Of Jesus and His Mother fair. Father Rvan. |