HYMN by Edgar Allan Poe (1835) 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! posted by RENATO DOHO 11:10 AM . . . Comments:
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