Hymn

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!