Lyric Poem · Peace

Hymn

by Edgar Allan Poe

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!

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Poem: Hymn
Poet: Edgar Allan Poe
Length: 12 lines
Form: Lyric Poem
Themes: Peace, Nature, Hope

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Shape: 12 lines · one 12-line stanza
Line length: Mostly 8-syllable lines (tetrameter length).

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Author record: Edgar Allan Poe1809–1849
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Lyric Poem Peace Nature Hope

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