The Rosary

Tho' oft we meet severe distress, In vent'ring out to sea; The perils of the main seem less, As we to heav'n our vows address, And sing the cheering rosary.

Our kids that rove the mountains wide, And bound in harmless glee, I seek each day at even tide— And while their course I homeward guide, I sing the cheering rosary.

And in the deeper shades of night, While thro' the woods I flee, Where gloom and silence yield affright, To make my beating heart sit light, I sing the cheering rosary.