Fyodor Tyutchev

• It`s not given us to foretell..., by Frank Jude
  It's not given us to foretell / how our words will echo through the ages, / but sympathy is given us / as grace is given us.
• The echo of the word we place..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants
  The echo of the word we place / Escapes our best anticipation, / And we receive appreciation / As we receive the blessed Grace.
• We can not divine, by Vyacheslav Chistyakov
  We cannot know further ways  / Of our word — how it’ll be drifted, — / Compassion from above is gifted / As we are given sacred grace.
• We cannot guess the way of word..., by Lyudmila Purgina
  We cannot guess the way of word / In real world, how it'll return, / But we are sympathized a lot, / A lot we gain the grace of God.
• We never know what will be..., by S. Kutateladze
  We never know what will be / With words we utter solemnly: / Obey compassion to entrust / The holy gift directing us...