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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, 5

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, 10

Let my Future radiant shine

With sweet hopes of thee and thine!