Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

Security

Young man, gather gold and gear,
they will wear you well;
You can thumb your nose at fear,
Wish the horde in hell.
With the haughty you can be
Insolent and bold:
Young man, if you would be free
Gather gear and gold.

Mellow man o middle age,
Buy a little farm;
Then let revolution rage,
you will take no ham.
Cold and hunger, hand in hand
May red ruin spread;
With your little bit of land
You'll be warm and fed.

Old Ma, seek the smiling sun,
Wall yourself away;
Dream aloof from everyone
IN a garden gay.
Let no grieving mar your mood,
Have no truck with tears;
Greet each day with gratitude -
Glean a hundred years.

1. The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
2. My Ancestors
3. The Lure of Little Voices
4. The Cremation of Sam Mcgee
5. Bessie's Boil

William Stafford (Уильям Стэффорд) Security ("Tomorrow will have an island. Before night")

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