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At morn -- at noon -- at twilight dim --
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe -- in good and ill --
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by, / And not a cloud obscured the sky, / My soul, lest it should truant be, / Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast / Darkly my Present and my Past, / Let my Future radiant shine / With sweet hopes of thee and thine!