Queen of the Rosary
by: J. William Fischer
October waits, wrapped in her gleams of light,
In leafy robes of red and shining gold,
Like some high priest with saintly face of old,
To taste his first day-dream, rosy and bright.
Lone-faced September e’en has taken flight
And now October swings his censon. Hold!
A million of glad voices unfold*
Their hymns of love to heaven’s Queen of Might,
When I, a sinner, kneel at Faith’s pure shrine,
With beads in hand and sing, lest I forget,
The praises of Dominic Bernadette,
Whose souls were linked by sweetest Rosary thine.
O Mother-Queen while hope-gleams yet,
Come to thy child! O still this heart of mine!
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*this line has been slightly altered from the original
Source: The Carmelite Review October 1902
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