Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

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TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,
Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye rest.
Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O weeping eye!
Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning near.

Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die;
In my father's quiet mansion soon to lay your burden by.
Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye.
Lo, the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom here. 

1. Реквием • Requiem
2. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
4. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
5. Voluntary

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