John McCrae

John McCrae

Nov 30, 1872 - Jan 28, 1918

 

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 Poems
Copyright 1919
G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York and London
 
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