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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
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!
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