Томас Уэнтворт Хиггинсон (Thomas Wentworth Higginson)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

The Trumpeter


I BLEW, I blew, the trumpet loudly sounding;
I blew, I blew, the heart within me bounding;
The world was fresh and fair, yet dark with wrong,
And men stood forth to conquer at the song--
I blew! I blew! I blew!

 
The field is won, the minstrels loud are crying,
And all the world is peace, and I am dying.
Yet this forgotten life was not in vain;
Enough if I alone recall the strain,
I blew! I blew! I blew!






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