The sunset clouds are glowing blue and red ;
Methinks they speak of past and future fate ;
For like blue hills behind I leave the state
I knew of old, and distant days now dead.
And crimson tells of days that lie ahead ;
For crimson are the hours that I await
Of death, perchance, and pain and strife and hate,
And blood in darkness and in anguish shed.
And yet the blue still whispers of a love
That led me hitherto, and evermore
Will lead, through time and vast eternity;
Therefore with GOD behind me and before,
Therefore with GOD around me and above,
I yet may front the future hopefully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem