I hope to be great some day
And I should hope that God's way that chose
Shall as well my zeal sustain;
And though powers of dark do starkly oppose,
(And though bewitchers intensify their zest again)
I shall upon the seat of glory repose and He shall forever have
In me a servant servile and ready for sacred toil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem