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oly thoughts  and  tender  words

Are at  best  mere leaves and  flowers,

But the  fruits  are  generous deeds —

Where, oh! coward soul, are ours?

Soon, too  soon,  will  come the end:

God forgive  what's  past and gone!

Mary  Mother! Angels! Saints!

Pray for  me  and  help  me on.

rayers and  good words  within  your memory store,

And at  stray  moments  say them o'er  and  o'er.

'Twill help  to  hallow  all your work  and  play,

And  holy    thoughts  will keep bad  thoughts  away.

N through  your  round of duties  plod,

Poor child  of  God!

Raising    betimes  your thoughts above

In faith  and  love;

And in  your  hearts  a  holy song

All day  long.

nother day  begins      for  me,

What day  shall  be my  last?

Grant, Lord,  that  each  new day may  see

My heart  more  pure,  more dear to  Thee.

And oh! forgive the  past.

ood day,  my  Guardian    Angel,

The night  is  past  and gone.

And thou  hast  watched beside me

At midnight  as  at  dawn.

The day  is  now  before  me,

And, as  it  glides  away,

O help  me  well  to  make  it A  good  and  holy  day!