James Russell Lowell (Джеймс Расселл Лоуэлл)

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  I saw a gate: a harsh voice spake and said,
  "This is the gate of Life;" above was writ,
  "Leave hope behind, all ye who enter it;"
  Then shrank my heart within itself for dread;
  But, softer than the summer rain is shed,
  Words dropt upon my soul, and they did say,
  "Fear nothing, Faith shall save thee, watch and pray!"
  So, without fear I lifted up my head,
  And lo! that writing was not, one fair word
  Was carven in its stead, and it was "Love."
  Then rained once more those sweet tones from above
  With healing on their wings: I humbly heard,
  "I am the Life, ask and it shall be given!
  I am the way, by me ye enter Heaven!"

1. Sayest Thou, Most Beautiful, That Thou Wilt Wear
2. Poet! Who Sittest in Thy Pleasant Room
3. Impartiality
4. The Unlovely
5. O Child of Nature!

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