Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)
Einstein
A little mousey man he was With board, and chalk in hand; And millions were awestruck because They couldn't understand. Said he: 'E equals Mc2: I'll prove it true.' No doubt you can, your marvel man, But will it serve our good? Will it prolong our living span And multiply our food? Will it bring peace between the nations To make equations? Our thanks are due no doubt to you For truth beyond our ken; But after all what did you do To ease the lot of men? How can a thousand 'yous' be priced Beside a Christ?
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