Текст оригинала на английском языке
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I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my breast I deem that silence serves me best: So having not a word to say, Contemptuous I turn away. I will not fret: my rest of life Free I will keep from hate and strife; Let lust and sin and anger sleep, I will not delve the subsoil deep, But be content with inch of earth, Where daisies have their birth. I will not grieve: Till day be done I will be tranquil in the sun, With garden glow and quiet nook, And song of bird and spell of book... God bless you all! I will not fight, But love and dream until--Goodnight!
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