Одну тоску, кураж один.
Высокий страж! Градов и рас
Рост и паденье зришь сейчас,
Собой являешь тот закут,
В какой мы ощупью идём,
Наш ум изменчив, бестолков,
И пусть мы суть теряем тут,
У тебя находим кров.
Среди наших ты светил
Звезды огонёк —
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Seen haply from afar,
Above the horizon’s hoop,
A moment, by the railway troop,
As o’er some bolder height they speed, —
By circumspect ambition,
By errant gain,
By feasters and the frivolous, —
Recallest us,
And makest sane.
Mute orator! well skilled to plead,
And send conviction without phrase,
Thou dost succor and remede
The shortness of our days,
And promise, on thy Founder’s truth,
Long morrow to this mortal youth.
Fable
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter ‘Little Prig;’
Bun replied,
‘You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together,
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I ’m not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I ’ll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.’
Ode
Inscribed to W. H. Channing
Though loath to grieve
The evil time’s sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honied thought
For the priest’s cant,
Or statesman’s rant.
If I refuse
My study for their politique,
Which at the best is trick,
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К счастью, виден, пусть далёк,
Собой венчая окоём
В тот миг, когда состава гром
Вокруг крутой горы летит —
Премудрых мимо целей
И жадных дум,
Гуляк и ветрогонов — 
