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The rosary

(To a comrade, College of Surgeons, Easter Week, 1916)

The great hall fades away into the gloom

As tremulous night falls slowly from above

Merging each in tender love

One shadow marching onwards towards one doom.

On our rough altar white flowers shine and bloom,

Intensifying dusky waves that move;

Around the tall black cross -- one hope, one prayer

Filled all our hearts, one perfect holy Faith

Lifted our souls. As we knelt humbly there,

Your silvery voice, soft as dying breath,

Was answered by a hundred, strong and clear,

Craving a grace from her whom all hold dear --

Mary be with us at the hour of death.