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John McCrae - The Hope Of My Heart
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"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."
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