This is the role we play
To mould life from miry clay
And this is our noble call
To pray for the rain to come
To wake the red and sleeping soil
To the day and time to toil
Not to quit when we fail
Nor allow weakness to prevail
Nor rest till the deed is done
Till we receive the 'Well done'
This is our call
Our life and all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem