by Robert Burns
18th Century · Short · 9 lineslove
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev’rence, and attend! Here lie the loving husband’s dear remains, The tender father, and the gen’rous friend; The pitying heart that felt for human woe, The dauntless heart that fear’d no human pride; The friend of man-to vice alone a foe; For “ev’n his failings lean’d to virtue’s side.” 1 Note 1. Goldsmith.—R. B. [back]
Public domain. Source: PoetryDB. Reproduced verbatim; see theanthology for the full collection.
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