Текст оригинала на английском языке The Dignity of Man Oh what is man, great Maker of mankind! That Thou to him so great respect dost bear; That Thou adorn'st him with so bright a mind, Makest him a king, and even an angel's peer? Oh what a lively life, what heavenly power, What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire, How great, how plentiful, how rich a dower, Dost Thou within this dying flesh inspire! Thou leav'st Thy print in other works of Thine, But Thy whole image Thou in man hast writ; There cannot be a creature more divine, Except, like Thee, it should be infinite: Nor hath He given these blessings for a day, Nor made them on the body's life depend; The soul, though made in time, survives for aye; And though it hath beginning, sees no end. |
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