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."
