As the dewy shades of even Gather o'er the balmy air; Listen, gentle Queen of Heaven, Listen to our vesper pray'r. Holy Mother! near me hover Free my tho'ts from aught defiled; With thy wings of mercy cover, Keep from sin thy helpless child. Thine own sinless heart was broken, Sorrow's sword had pierced its core; Holy Mother! by that token, Now thy pity I implore. Queen of heaven guard and guide me, Save my soul from dark despair; In thy tender bosom hide me, Take me, Mother, to thy care.
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