The Hope Of My Heart

"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."

I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light;
I prayed that God might have her in His care
And sight.

Earth's love was false; her voice, a siren's song;
(Sweet mother-earth was but a lying name)
The path she showed was but the path of wrong
And shame.

"Cast her not out!" I cry. God's kind words come --
"Her future is with Me, as was her past;
It shall be My good will to bring her home
At last."

by John McCrae

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Comments (22)

What a turn at the end
So dear and lovely! ... Thanks for sharing.
With locks of gold and eyes that shame the light.
Her future is with me... Thanks for sharing. Sylva
Great wonderful poem. Well penned.
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