O what of our work and our lofty dreams?
Shall they vanish in vapid dust?
Shall influence die like the dried up streams?
Shall all that is gold turn to rust?
O where are the sunrays of yesteryear?
Have they shed their light all in vain?
They live in the growth of our teeming sphere;
In the fruit and the golden grain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem