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."