John McCrae (Джон Маккрей)

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.”

John McCrae’s other poems:

  1. The Oldest Drama
  2. The Warrior
  3. The Shadow of the Cross
  4. The Dying of Pere Pierre
  5. Equality

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