Fill my poor frame with thy strong light.
Take thou from me this my black shroud
Of cloudy gloom. Such a blighted
Spirit cannot but disallow
Place for happiness this day.
Thus, I pray thee, do thou present
Me comfort dear, without delay.
Thy strong heart can lift my pain.
This dark mood will then relent
And, perchance, shall I find peace again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a total surrendering poem