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. There’s News, Lasses
2. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
3. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
4. When First I Saw
5. Montgomerie’s Peggy

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