Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way
And faint before the truth
It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy
But he who seek that blest abode
Must all his power employ
Arm thee for the fight
Cast useless loads away
Watch through the darkest hours of night
Toil though the hottest day
To labour and to love
To pardon and endure
To lift thy heart to God above
And keep thy conscience pure
Be this thy constant aim
Thy hope, thy chief delight
What matter who should whisper blame
Or who should scorn or slight
If but thy God approve
And if within thy breast
Thou feel the comfort of his love
The earnest of his rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem