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 careAnd 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 wrongAnd 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 homeAt last."
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