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Show THE BABY'S ROSARY. Before Our Lady's shrine she knelt. Our litle blue-eved girl: Enwreathed about her rosebud face Was many a golden curl; And in her dimpled hand she held A rosary of pearl. A babv quite of summers three She bowed her shining head: And. as she told the beads, she U?rea With lips of cherry red. Her onlv praver (two words) she smiled, And "Hail Mary!" said. Again, again, and yet again The baby breathed her prayer: Her face out-shining, like a star, From clouds of golden hair; The while she press'd the polish" d beads With meek and rev'rent air. Her azure eyes on Mary's face. A look of rapture wore. Such as the eyes oT Gabriel The great Archangel bore. When first he haileJ the Virgin Queen In Nazareth of yore! 'Twas ""Hail Mary!" on the cross, (God bless the little fairy!) And on the Tater-Noster grains A chant' that could not vary! On Aves and on Glorias 'Twits'! always "Hail Mary!" "Come hither, Mary." her mamma cried, "And learn to say it rightly No one could understand such prayers! You blunder, darling slightly !" "Ah Blessed Muzzer 'stand it all!" The baby answered brightly!" |
