 | Beads from a Rosary |  |
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[Fancy, one day]
Fancy, one day,Sat stringing beads, to make a rosary;
But ever and anon, by twos and threes,
They 'scaped her fingers, rolling on the ground,
Where they were left unheeded, till by chance,
Roaming in pensive mood, I found them there.
Lo! these are of them.
| Beads from a Rosary | |