Devotion! When thy name is named,
What matchless visions rise!
The Hebrew, leaving Pharoah's house,
To Israel's rescue flies;
The Moabitess, gleans, content,
Beneath the burning skies.
The flower of Christendom is given
To gain the Holy Grave;
O'er Acre and o'er Askelon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem