Текст оригинала на английском языке
What if the Turk be foul or fair? Is't known That the sublime Samaritan of old Withheld his hand till the bruised wretch had told His creed? Your neighbour's roof is but a shed, Yet if he burns shall not the flame enfold Your palace? Saving his, you save your own. Oh ye who fall that Liberty may stand, The light of coming ages shines before Upon your graves! Oh ye immortal band, Whether ye wrestled with this Satan o'er A dead dog, or the very living head Of Freedom, every precious drop ye bled Is holy. 'Tis not for his broken door That the stern goodman shoots the burglar dead.
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