The Hour of Prayer

1

Ave Maria! woman mild, —
Mother ever young and fair,
Hushing slumbers to her child, —
It is the hour of Prayer!

2

When children bend the artless knee,
And mothers kneel beside 'em there,
Maiden mild my guardian be,
In eve's still hour of Prayer!

3

A light in darkness, be thou still,
Let love's affections be thy care;
Thou beacon light of good and ill,
Attend the hour of Prayer!

4

The darkness comes, the dews descend; —
Thou woman ever mild and fair!
Be to the friendless still a friend,
In the silent hour of Prayer!

5

'Tis come! — the o'erpowering heat of day
Seeks night, its peace to share;
Sweet maiden teach us how to pray
In silent hours of Prayer!
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