| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | His Face Was Lit | | By W. Stewart Wallace |
| | | HIS face was lit with the hope of youth, | |
| His innocence lived in his heart; | |
| And the fault, the guilt, the shame, in sooth, | |
| ’Twere right to tell apart. | |
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| The son of a landed line, he came | 5 |
| And stood in the midst of the years; | |
| Oh, whose is the fault, the guilt, the shame, | |
| That a mother is put to tears? | |
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| A girl came up and won his soul, | |
| Innocent, clean, and pure; | 10 |
| And the fault, the guilt, the shame, as a whole, | |
| Belonged to the girl, be sure. | |
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| The serpent lives and he will not die, | |
| For he’s damned to endless life; | |
| But the fault, the guilt, the shame, I cry, | 15 |
| Was Hers in the Garden Strife. | | | | |
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