Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

A Prodigal

    My heart forgot its God for love of you,
        And you forgot me, other loves to learn;
    Now through a wilderness of thorn and rue
        Back to my God I turn.

    And just because my God forgets the past,
        And in forgetting does not ask to know
    Why I once left His arms for yours, at last
        Back to my God I go.

1. Where Leaps the Ste. Marie
2. The Vagabonds
3. The King's Consort
4. Wave-Won
5. The Train Dogs

Elizabeth Bishop A Prodigal ("The brown enormous odor he lived by")

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