Lord, let me live, that more and more
       Your wonder world I may adore;
With every dawn to grow and grow
       Alive to graciousness aglow;
And every eve in beauty see
              Reason for rhapsody.
              
Lord, let me bide, that I may prove
       The buoyant brightness of my love
For sapphire sea and lyric sky
       And buttercup and butterfly;
And glory in the golden thought
              Of rapture You have wrought.
Lord, let me linger, just for this,--
       To win to utterness of bliss;
To see in every dawn design
       Proof of Your Providence divine;
With night to find ablaze above,
              Assurance of Your love.
Lord, for Your praise my days prolong,
       That I may sing in sunny sort,
And prove with my exultant song
       The longest life is all to short:
Aye, even in a bead of dew
              To shrine in beauty--YOU.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Lord, let me linger just for this, -o win to utterness of bliss; ' This is great. A beautiful poem about a man in awe of God, his creator. The use of his words make the poem rise and fall from the sheet.