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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!

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When the Hours flew brightly by,

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And not a cloud obscured the sky,

My soul, lest it should truant be,

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Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;

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Now, when storms of Fate o’ercast

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Darkly my Present and my Past,

Let my Future radiant shine

With sweet hopes of thee and thine!