How often we forget all the time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods-her wilds-her mountains-the intense
Reply of HERS to our inteligence!

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 fath o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.