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Sicut Patribus, sit Deus Nobis)The rocky nook with hilltops three Looked eastward from the farms,
And twice each day the flowing sea Took Boston in its arms;
The men of yore were stout and poor,
And sailed for bread to every shore

То свет, то тень,
То ночь в моем окне
Я каждый день
Встаю в чужой стране