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!