Be not afeared of the future, lament not the past-
Look now to the glory before you and see to its last;
Mate not with doubt, use faith to cease its loom-
Your fortune is an eternal Spring, allow its bloom!
Trepidation should not be causal to a glory's vanish-
The future is decided not by fear's utter banish,
Yet, by staring it in the face, and acting according
To what shall, in spite of fear, offer glory's affording!
Thought contrary shall see to absolutely naught,
Except what you were afraid to do, you ought!
Ruminate not of what may stand in your way,
Ponder upon what is there, and shall stay;
Do not allow your elysian futurity's languish
By dwelling in the pall of your past's anguish!
Maurice Harris,7 June 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem