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38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father

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]


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Poem 38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father - Robert Burns