The Hope Of My Heart
by John McCrae
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.
Source:
In Flanders Fields, And Other PoemsCopyright 1919
G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York and London