There's a plot for you and one for me,
Out in God's acre, that's lying by;
You needn't think I cannot also see
That the wicked shall most surely die.
In the resurrection men shall rise-
Not those, steeped in sin and lies,
But the souls of love for good and truth
Shall blossom forth in spiritual youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem