здравствуйте. мне нужно несколько четверостиший про родину на английском языке.спасибо.

2) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair ren

1)God bless our native land Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night When the wild tempests rave Ruler of wind and wave Do Thou our country save By Thy great might For her our prayers shall rise To God above the skies On Him we wait Thou who art ever night Guarding with watchful eye To Thee aloud we cry God save the State Not on this land alone, but be God's mercies known from shore to shore: Lord, make the nations see that men should brothers be, and form one family the wide world o'er.