Epitaph On William Muir Poem by Robert Burns
Epitaph On William Muir
AN HONEST man here lies at rest
As e'er God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.ae
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4/24/2024 7:49:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and sweet and so typical of Burns.