While through life's tangled paths you rove,
Watch every onward footstep duly;
And if there's little life to love,
O love that little warmly,-truly.
Should pleasure's rays be faint and few,
Let them their every smile retain,
And hope some future may renew
The half-extinguished light again.
While through this troubled world you rove,
Be not to its attractions blind;
And if you find not much to love,
Love well the little that you find.
Thy visitations all-benign
The earth illume-the earth o'erflow;
That ever-gracious smile of Thine
Brings light from mists and joy from woe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem