They pray by day, they pray by night,
They pray in every way.
They pray for every soul in sight,
And grow their garlands gay.
They pray at work, they pray at play
They pray during their dreams.
They pray in August and in May,
And sing to silver streams.
They pray for love, they pray for peace,
Though God alone can see,
And He will treasure without cease
The Sisters by the Sea.
This has left a lovely ring in my ears, Michael Walker, a very loving ring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Walker. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thank you, Jazib! I will!