James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон)

In the Train

AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,
   The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
But the starry heavens above the plain
   Come flying on our track.

All the beautiful stars of the sky,
   The silver doves of the forest of Night,
Over the dull earth swarm and fly,
   Companions of our flight.

We will rush ever on without fear;
   Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!
For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,
   While the Earth slips from our feet! 

1. A Complaint on the Miseries of Life
2. Insects In Summer
3. On a Country Life
4. The Happy Man
5. Happiness of a Country Life

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