Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

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SMALL is the trust when love is green
In sap of early years;
A little thing steps in between
And kisses turn to tears.

Awhile - and see how love be grown
In loveliness and power!
Awhile, it loves the sweets alone,
But next it loves the sour.

A little love is none at all
That wanders or that fears;
A hearty love dwells still at call
To kisses or to tears.

Such then be mine, my love to give,
And such be yours to take:-
A faith to hold, a life to live,
For lovingkindness' sake:

Should you be sad, should you be gay,
Or should you prove unkind,
A love to hold the growing way
And keep the helping mind:-

A love to turn the laugh on care
When wrinkled care appears,
And, with an equal will, to share
Your losses and your tears. 

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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