NO selfish grief, no clamourings at our loss,
Shall break the sacred stillness of the dim
Dawn of eternity; we leave thee here,
Far form the winds and waves that round us toss,
Where every pain is soothed and every fear,
In the safe keeping of the arms of Him
That saw His Mother weep beside the cross.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem