Sancta Maria - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes -Upon the sinner's sacrifice,Of fervent prayer and humble love,From thy holy throne above. 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'ercastDarkly my Present and my Past,Let my Future radiant shineWith sweet hopes of thee and thine!

Enigma - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

The noblest name in Allegory's page, The hand that traced inexorable rage; A pleasing moralist whose page refined, Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind; A tender poet of a foreign tongue, (Indited in the language that he sung.) A bard of brilliant but unlicensed page At once the shame and glory of our age, The prince of harmony and stirling sense, The ancient dramatist of eminence, The bard that paints imagination's powers, And him whose song revives departed hours, Once more an ancient tragic bard recall, In boldness of design surpassing all. These names when rightly read, a name [make] known Which gathers all their glories in its own.

Hymn - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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 obscured the sky,My soul, lest it should truant be,Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;Now, when storms of Fate o'ercastDarkly my Present and my Past,Let my Future radiant shineWith sweet hopes of thee and thine!