“Though thy path be dark as night
there is a star thy path to guide
So trust in god and do the right.”
I slept and dream;
Life was beauty”
I woke and saw;
life was duty.”
“I am unjust, but I can strive for justice,
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the un-loving, say life should be lovely,
I, that am blind, cry against my blindness.
'We are the precious chosen few
Let all the rest be damned.
There's only room for one or two
'We can't have Heaven crammed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem