Everything you've been through,
Whatever is and has been true,
Those that are and been noble,
Christened in their lable-
Your eyes and Jehovah's sight,
If they are and have been pure,
Follow them ne'er to tire!
And whatever is and has been lovely,
Surely you must cherish sweetly,
My love, of all things admirable,
Grasp with all you can gather able,
Nought can be more excellent-
Thus do not relent,
For nothing is more praiseworthy-
Or close to being worthy,
Think on such things,
And the jollity each brings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem