"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."
