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THE POETICAL WORKS OF ROBERT BURNS
CXXV. LINES SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFOORD, BART., OF WHITEFOORD. WITH THE FOREGOING POEM
Оглавление[Sir John Whitefoord, a name of old standing in Ayrshire, inherited the love of his family for literature, and interested himself early in the fame and fortunes of Burns.]
Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever’st,
Who, save thy mind’s reproach, nought earthly fear’st,
To thee this votive offering I impart,
The tearful tribute of a broken heart.
The friend thou valuedst, I, the patron, lov’d;
His worth, his honour, all the world approv’d,
We’ll mourn till we too go as he has gone,
And tread the dreary path to that dark world unknown.
