"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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Comments2Just stumbled upon "The Hope of My Heart" again, haven't read this poem since I was young! It's such a beautiful and emotional read. It remind me of howGod's lvoe and protection can guide us through any troubling time and how no matter what, we can always come home in the end.ี่
WOW, THIS POEM SURE HITS YOU RIGHT IN THE FEELS. ESPECIALLY THE BIT ABOUT "HER FUTURE IS WITH ME, AS WAS HER PAST". REALLY MAKES YOU THINK, YOU KNOW? BTW, DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT "DE LICTA JUVENTUTIS" MEANS?