On My Ever Honoured Father

By |2018-11-12T18:26:08+00:00November 10th, 2018|1784, Epitaph, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

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 nohuman pride; The friend of man-to vice alone a foe; For "ev'n [...]