Goodness

Those that with beautiful hearts cross the kingdom of life
Who entertain the holy essences of goodness and grace,
They cross the Tartarian blizzards and dangerous wilds,
They are brave pilgrims that finally kiss the shrine of death.
And when God sponsors their lives,
They become triumphant mountaineers,
They become like thirsty caravans that reach a sparkling oasis,
Practiced in the lasting dynasty of faith and virtue,
Tutored in the art and science of love,
Their harvest bears a thousand flowers of felicity.