Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей)

You Have No Enemies

YOU have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip,
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You've never turned the wrong to right,
You've been a coward in the fight. 

1. The Dream of the Reveller
2. The Dove of Noah
3. The Wood-Nymph
4. The Pilgrims Dog
5. The Beech Tree

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