HYMN.
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!
---Edgar Allan Poe
This poem was sent to us this morning from our Mother of Divine Grace consultant. Isn't she thoughtful? We will be baking this afternoon for the Nativity of our Blessed Mother. Do you have any plans you would like to share?
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