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Holy thoughts  and  tender  words Are at  best  mere  leaves  and  flowers, But the  fruits  are  generous  deeds  — Where, oh  I  coward  soul,  are  ours? Soon, too  soon,  will  come  the  end: God forgive  what's  past  and  gone ! Mary Mother  I  Angels! Saints! Pray for  me  and  help  me  on.

Prayers 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.

On 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.

Another 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.

Good day,  my  Guardian  Angel! The night  is  past  and  gone. And thou  hast  watched  beside  me   At  midnight  as  at  dawn.