Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

A Prayer, under the Pressure of Violent Anguish

O Thou great Being! what Thou art
  Surpasses me to know:
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
  Are all Thy works below.

Thy creature here before Thee stands,
  All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
  Obey Thy high behest.

Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act
  From cruelty or wrath!
O free my weary eyes from tears,
  Or close them fast in death!

But if I must afflicted be,
  To suit some wise design;
Then man my soul with firm resolves
  To bear and not repine!

• чешский (Czech)

1. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
2. My Chloris
3. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
4. Stay My Charmer
5. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard

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