Fading away like the stars of the morning
Gaining my light in the glorious sun
I will pass from the earth and it's toiling
Only remembered by what i have done.
Only the truth that in life I have spoken
Only the seed that on earth I have sown;
These shall pass onward when I am forgotten
Fruits of the harvest and what I have done.
Shall I missed, though by other
succeeded, reaping the field I
In spring time have sown?
Yes, but the sowers must pass
from their labours
ever remembered by what I have done.
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I would like to translate this poem
Michael; very well said, enjoy reading your post congradulations on the fine work on Mother and it is rewarding to see so many hits, you have the talent, keep posting Charles Garcia