Текст оригинала на английском языке
The Glorious Stars Of Heaven
I'll ne'er believe that the Arch-Architect With all these fires the heavenly arches decked Only for show, and with their glistening shields To amaze the poor shepherds watching in the fields: I'll ne'er believe that the least flower that pranks Our garden borders, or the common banks, And the least stone that in her warming lap Our kind nurse Earth doth covetously wrap Hath some peculiar virtue of its own, And that the glorious stars of Heaven have none, But shine in vain, and have no charge precise, But to be walking in Heaven's galleries, And through the palace up and down to clamber As golden gulls about a presence-chamber.
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