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 38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father by Robert Burns 
						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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