A Poem by Edgar Allan Poe on Mary the Mother of God

Here is a poem from Edgar Allan Poe never recognized as a great poet until he wrote The Raven. Still, nothing brought money . He became a drunkard his wife was sick with TB and bills were always there. He met the Jesuits in Brooklyn where he lived. Poe never became a catholic but loved the blessed Virgin Mary. Here is his poem about Mary At morn, at noon, at twilight dim, Maria, thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and woe, in good and ill, Mother of God, be with me still! When the hours flew brightly by. And not a cloud observed the sky, My soul. lest it should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee; Now, when the storms of fate o,ercast Darkly my present and my past, Let my future radiant shine with sweet hopes of thee and thine. Edgar Allan Poe