At mornâ€“at noonâ€“at twilight dimâ€“
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woeâ€“in good and illâ€“
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 oâ€™ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine.
-Edgar Allan Poe