Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

The Damned

My days are haunted by the thought
Of men in coils of Justice caught
With stone and steel, in chain and cell,
Of men condemned to living hell,--
Yet blame them not.

In my sun-joy their dark I see:
For what they are and had to be
Blame Nature, red in tooth and claw,
Blame laws beyond all human law,
--Blame Destiny.

Behind blind walls I see them go,
Grim spectres of eternal woe,
Drained grey of hope, dead souls of self-slain,--
And yet I know with pang of pain
It must be so.

I know that brother's blood they've spilt,
And sons of Cain must pay their guilt;
I know the deviltries that stem
From dark abyss we must condemn;
I know that but for heaven's grace
We might be rotting in their place:
--God pity them!

1. Вайолетт-де-Вир • Violet de Vere
2. Посылка (Пожалуй, подведем итог) • L'Envoi (I guess this is the final score)
3. Шотландское гостеприимство • Highland Hospitality
4. Вечерний чай • Afternoon Tea
5. Канун Нового года • New Year's Eve

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