The Hope Of My Heart

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


by John McCrae Click to read full poem

Comments about The Hope Of My Heart

Satish kumar.G 31 May 12:22
GOOD poem
Kesav Easwaran 27 Dec 2019 12:36
Very well expressed. Everything by God's will
Louemile Rosch Mangulabnan 07 May 2019 03:40
" Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."
Castellenas John 19 Mar 2019 06:44
One of the greatest poem. We need to remember John McCrae.
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Suresh padmanabhan 15 Jul 2018 10:14
What a turn at the end
Joshua Adeyemi 10 Mar 2018 01:35
So dear and lovely! ... Thanks for sharing.
Obigod Chidi Cece 07 Jun 2017 11:06
With locks of gold and eyes that shame the light.
Sylvaonyema Uba 14 Feb 2017 06:58
Her future is with me... Thanks for sharing. Sylva
Ransome Adejugbe 27 Oct 2015 02:55
Great wonderful poem. Well penned.
Melissa Patty 16 Jul 2015 11:49
A very touching poem, I enjoyed reading it!
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 10 Mar 2015 06:56
Great thoughts about life and the destiny. likes.
Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 30 Aug 2014 05:44
Profound and so touching.....being a doctor he had served humanity and as a poet he shows his insight for the suffering lot and mankind as a whole by composing many a poem like this......kudos my dear
Sally Plumb Plumb 30 Aug 2013 05:27
Fabulous.
Aftab Alam Khursheed 30 Aug 2013 02:32
A lovely amazing poem wonderful ..
Angelina Sabia 14 May 2012 06:40
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Terence George Craddock 15 May 2010 01:29
The Hope Of My Heart by John McCrae is a poem which reflects social reality and I believe McCraes’s heartfelt hope, that children who suffer an unfortunate life on this earth, will attain a promised heavenly hope. McCrae realizes that despite the best efforts and goodwill of dedicated individuals, the lives of many children will never be happy or prosperous. The poem is a metaphor about life and the fate of many destitute unfortunate and ill children. McCrae never married, but worked as a physician in many hospitals and in private practice. This poem incorporates the fate of many children into the image of one beautiful ‘little maiden fair, /With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light; ’ who has been ‘left, to earth, ’ orphaned abandoned ill or in inappropriate guardianship. McCrae completed his medical residency at a children's convalescent home and later worked as a pathologist in a Foundling and Baby Hospital, before studying Infectious Diseases. In stanza one, McCrae prays to God to keep ‘her in His care /And sight.’ This is a prayer for all the suffering children McCrae works with and cares so much for. Stanza two is accurate social reality, ‘(Sweet mother-earth was but a lying name) ’. This personification of earth is false, mother-nature is cruel, ‘her voice, (is) a siren's song; ’ calling many ill children McCrae has as patients to their death. ‘The path she (mother-earth) showed was but the path of wrong /And shame’, is a comment about social injustice, cruelty, exploitation and irresponsibility. In stanza three McCrae cries to God 'Cast her not out! ' and God kindly answers his prayers telling him, that her future past and eternity is with him. McCrae ends his poem with this absolutely beautiful affirmation of faith 'Her future is with Me, as was her past; It shall be My good will to bring her home At last.'
Jo Bobenhouse Smith 14 May 2010 04:36
sadly, i can only guess at the first line. This poem gains strength with each successive reading. If it was in a book my fingers would probably soothe it.
Emma Adamyan 14 May 2010 01:33
I liked it all, from the tittle to the point. Got it`s class
Valerian Lemos 14 May 2010 12:51
One can imagine the intense grief felt by the poet who has to leave his beloved daughter in the 'care' of his worldly 'caretakers' who sometimes turn out to be extortionists, rapists, dowry-demanders, and what not. Let us hope that the love of his heart blossoms like a lotus amidst the serene waters of an isolated, shallow pond, away from the prying eyes of all.