My choice is of the queerest cadre:
A taste for appetites odd and no blot of ado,
And as you watch my eyes get sadder
And my face wince to painful melancholy;
Beaten by the mighty storms of fate.
My choice is of an unpopular path
Not loved by sojourners of this earth;
It’s the hidden highway that many miss
Though it leads to true respite and blessed bliss.
Let me find relief from the weight of woe,
And your commands and bidding do;
This is the only part I ask of you
Because short is my life and my days fleeting few!
What informed my choice my Heavenly Father knows;
Whether I go to perdition or move to glories high;
Whether I shall soon prosper or my doom be nigh,
‘Tis all His omnipotent bidding and not my recalcitrant vows!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem