О песне дрозда, которую поэт услышал в день своего рождения

Отзыв добавил(а): Белышева  Ирина
Дата: 2022-02-05 20:36:12

Sing on, sweet Thrush, upon the leafless bough;
Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain:
See aged Winter, ‘mid his sy reign,
At thy blythe carol clears his furrow’d brow.

So in lone Poverty’s dominion drear
Sits meek Content with light unanxious heart,
Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part,
Nor asks if they bring aught to hope or fear.

I thank thee, Author of this opening day!
Thou whose bright sun now gilds the orient skies!
Riches denied, thy boon was purer joys,
What wealth could never give nor take away!

Yet come, thou child of poverty and care;
The mite high Heaven bestow’d, that mite with thee I’ll share.