Ye powers attribute to prayer
Rebuke the smiling, doubting stare
That will be cast by smug content
Who'll deem your woman's sentiment.
Despite those hypocrites who go
To Church parading all their show
They mock the Christian faith, I fear.
But all are free to enter here.
In practice must all virtue lie?
Not in a meekness of the eye
Not in displays of worldly wealth
But subjugation of the self?
Can he who lives for self alone
Believe in God the great unknown?
Or that his smallest wish or whim
Could come to pass because of Him?
‘Tis said of faith ‘twill mountains move
And doubting we can never prove
Yet many men are healed still
By faith alone in physic's skill
Repentance though it cancel naught
Will firmly plant the mortal thought;
Have faith repudiate your sin
Ne'er let corruption rot within.
Thus falling to depths of dull despair
A solace find in patient prayer
And kneeling humbly upon the knee
Pour out your heart felt misery.
Thus God destroy, obliterate.
Persuade the mass that all is fate
That Christian virtue nothing gains
To erring man what hope remains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem