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- As the dewy shades of even,
Gather o’er the balmy air,
Listen, gentle Queen of heaven,
Listen to my vesper prayer.
- Holy Mother, hear me hover,
Free my thoughts 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 care.
Holy Mother! by that token,
How thy pity I implore.
- Queen of sorrows, guard and guide me,
Let me to thine arms repair.
In thy tender bosom hide me;
Take me, Mother to thy care.