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Здорово! Я себе распечатаю.
А я все же думаю, что имеется ввиду the horse is asking his master to take his life ,as in to kill him.
Here is another prayer:
A Horse’s Prayer
O Maker and Keeper of Horses, please hear me
For I sorely need thy help.
Give my long and spindly coltish legs fine bone
Make my barrel long, my chest both wide and deep.
Give me wide-set eyes and nostrils flaring outward.
O, give me this!
O Lover and Watcher of Horses, please hear me
For I need thee!
Give me grass and range to run, not smooth and padded for I need the obstacles
That I may learn to stumble not.
Give me fresh air and water clean
That I may always have the good clean blood
That thou created in me.
O Master and Guardian, hear me,
For I call and need thy care.
Give me when I am strong enough to ride, a trainer kind and calm.
Find me a gentle hand to guide,
A firm and purposeful one to right me when I am wrong
O Maker, give me a rider
Who is at least as wise as I!
Just a poem:
Don't Cry for the Horses
Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be
Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band
They were ours to borrow
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep
Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against a blue sky
Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved
Manes and tails flying
They gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine
Don't cry for the horses
They will be back some day
When our time has come
They will show us the way
Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here!
А я все же думаю, что имеется ввиду the horse is asking his master to take his life ,as in to kill him.
Here is another prayer:
A Horse’s Prayer
O Maker and Keeper of Horses, please hear me
For I sorely need thy help.
Give my long and spindly coltish legs fine bone
Make my barrel long, my chest both wide and deep.
Give me wide-set eyes and nostrils flaring outward.
O, give me this!
O Lover and Watcher of Horses, please hear me
For I need thee!
Give me grass and range to run, not smooth and padded for I need the obstacles
That I may learn to stumble not.
Give me fresh air and water clean
That I may always have the good clean blood
That thou created in me.
O Master and Guardian, hear me,
For I call and need thy care.
Give me when I am strong enough to ride, a trainer kind and calm.
Find me a gentle hand to guide,
A firm and purposeful one to right me when I am wrong
O Maker, give me a rider
Who is at least as wise as I!
Just a poem:
Don't Cry for the Horses
Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be
Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band
They were ours to borrow
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep
Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against a blue sky
Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved
Manes and tails flying
They gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine
Don't cry for the horses
They will be back some day
When our time has come
They will show us the way
Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here!
