We rise! Young as we are?
To the fame of his glory
And to the glory of his fame
As we are called for his glory
We are destined by common faith
There is no old and gold
Destined to his glory and to rise
All eyes, all rise
Black and white, Yellow and green
There will not be a green eyed monster
And one-eyed man as a king
All are called for his glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem