Дина Мария Крейк (Dinah Maria Craik) Текст оригинала на английском языке Westward Ho! We should not sit us down and sigh, My girl, whose brow a fane appears, Whose steadfast eyes look royally Backwards and forwards o'er the years-- The long, long years of conquered time, The possible years unwon, that slope Before us in the pale sublime Of lives that have more faith than hope. We dare not sit us down and dream Fond dreams, as idle children do: My forehead owns too many a seam, And tears have worn their channels through Your poor thin cheeks, which now I take Twixt my two hands, caressing. Dear, A little sunshine for my sake! Although we're far on in the year. Though all our violets, sweet! are dead, The primrose lost from fields we knew, Who knows that harvests may be spread For reapers brave like me and you? Who knows what bright October suns May light up distant valleys mild, Where as our pathway downward runs We see Joy meet us, like a child Who, sudden, by the roadside stands, To kiss the travellers' weary brows, And lead them through the twilight lands Safely unto their Father's house. So, we'll not dream, nor look back, dear! But march right on, content and bold, To where our life sets, heavenly clear, Westward, behind the hills of gold. |
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