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SHE TOLD HER BEADS
She told her beads with downcast eyes,Within the ancient chapel dim;
And ever as her fingers slim
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My rapt soul followed, spaniel-wise.
Ah, many were the beads she wore;
But as she told them o'er and o'er,
They did not number all my sighs.
My heart was filled with unvoiced cries
And prayers and pleadings unexpressed;
But while I burned with Love's unrest,
She told her beads with downcast eyes.
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