I have not lived in vain, if one of men,
Who trod the earth and breathed the air with me,
Have felt the touch of man's divinity
From God through me, and learned to hope again.
And yet once more, I have not lived in vain
If, barren here, I have gathered into me
Seed that shall ripen in eternity.
Fruit to mature, and buds to blossom, then.
Therefore I pray that God would fill my soul
Full of the might and splendour of His grace.
That I may journey toward Him not alone.
But that full many another of His own
May travel with me, and at last the whole
Of all mankind may see revealed His face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem