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Слушать(AI)My Creed
To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or
And cling to faith and honor still;
To do my best, and let that
The record of my brain and hand;
And then, should failure come to me,
Still work and hope for victory.
To have no secret place whereinI stoop unseen to shame or sin;
To be the same when I'm
As when my every deed is known;
To live undaunted,
Of any step that I have made;
To be without pretense or
Exactly what men think I am.
To leave some simple mark
To keep my having lived in mind;
If enmity to aught I show,
To be an honest, generous foe,
To play my little part, nor
That greater honors are not mine.
This,
I believe, is all I
For my philosophy and creed.
Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 – 5 August 1959) was a British-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and b
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