(She kneels)

Lord, Lord, I cannot speak the prayer
That aches within my heart,
But oh, Thou knowest the agony
From which these large tears start!

About me kneel the praying ones,
The fervent, the devout;
Yea, from Thy mercy and Thy love
I, only, am shut out!

Through trembling fingers, one by one,
The consecrated beads
Slip slowly, as the passion mounts
From some poor heart that bleeds.

But since I cannot speak that prayer
So even Thou mayest hear,
Lord, Lord, wilt Thou not consecrate
Each bitter, falling tear,

And set it in a rosary
Of liquid, holy beads,
So every one that falls may be
A passionate cry that pleads?