ilahi

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!