"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."