HYMNAt morn—at noon—at twilight dim—Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!In joy and wo—in good and ill—Mother of God, be with me still!When the Hours flew brightly byAnd 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’ercastDarkly my Present and my Past,Let my Future radiant shineWith sweet hopes of thee and thine!1835.
At morn—at noon—at twilight dim—Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!In joy and wo—in good and ill—Mother of God, be with me still!When the Hours flew brightly byAnd 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’ercastDarkly my Present and my Past,Let my Future radiant shineWith sweet hopes of thee and thine!
1835.