Be calm to identify the path that rolls the east of sunrise
And flee anon from the tendons of vanity and vice;
Launch your axles into toils of sun and sweat,
Let them work out whatever heavens shall bring to pass;
For none has the Lord in their debt
That they should point and prove their case.
Nonetheless labor on for his promises remain unsullied true;
Questioning has not began with you;
Your ancestors did blaspheme with dreadful ado,
And vilified famine and fate and fairies' fury;
And though none of them knew the celestial jury,
They deemed its verdict bent on ruin!
Sure as the unerring scripture ordains,
You'll gather into barns your hard-earned grain;
For the fair Father rewards His diligent own.
Yet this maxim of yore I beseech recall:
That you may for the fall gather the grain
But an inane, momentary indiscretion ruins it all!
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I would like to translate this poem
Sure as the unerring scripture ordains, You'll gather into barns your hard-earned grain; For the fair Father rewards His diligent own. yes momentary indiscretion can ruin it all. thank u for your great message. tony