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Слушать(AI)The City of God
TY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime!
The true thy chartered freemen are, Of every age and clime.
One holy Church, one army strong, One steadfast high intent,
One working band, one harvest-song, One King Omnipotent.
How purely hath thy speech come down From man’s primeval youth; How grandly hath thine empire grown Of Freedom,
Love, and Truth!
How gleam thy watchfires through the night, With never fainting ray;
How rise thy towers, serene and bright, To meet the dawning day!
In vain the surge’s angry shock, In vain the drifting sands;
Unharmed, upon the Eternal Rock, The Eternal City stands.
Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson (18 September 1709 [OS 7 September] – 13 December 1784), often referred to as Dr Johnson, was an English writer who made lasting
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