"The Hope Of My Heart"

"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine." “O Lord, please do not remember the sins of her youth, nor her transgressions”. 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." John McCrae