If not for hope,
Could mankind cope
With strife galore
And troubles more
That come like rain
And turn a bane
In earthly life
With woes so rife?
And joy so scarce
With truth, a farce
Yet, life goes on
And shines the sun
On all alike
Though you dislike.
Hope is the bough
That flowers, oh,
At times you want
And when you rant.
Hope in the heart
Turns craft to art
In God’s strange ways
And heaven’s pace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem