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 365. Lines on Fergusson, the Poet by Robert Burns 
						ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
 To think Life’s sun did set e’er well begun
 To shed its influence on thy bright career.
 
 
 O why should truest Worth and Genius pine
 Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,
 While titled knaves and idiot-Greatness shine
 In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?
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