Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Immigrants

No ship of all that under sail or steam
Have gathered people to us more and more
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.

1. The Valley’s Singing Day
2. But Outer Space
3. I Will Sing You One-O
4. Provide, Provide
5. They Were Welcome to Their Belief

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