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　　A Bard's Epitaph

　　Is there a whim-inspired fool,

　　Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,

　　Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,

　　Let him draw near;

　　And owre this grassy heap sing dool,

　　And drap a tear.

　　Is there a bard of rustic song,

　　Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,

　　That weekly this area throng,

　　O, pass not by!

　　But, with a frater-feeling strong,

　　Here, heave a sigh.

　　Is there a man, whose judgment clear

　　Can others teach the course to steer,

　　Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,

　　Wild as the wave,

　　Here pause—and, thro' the starting tear,

　　Survey this grave.

　　The poor inhabitant below

　　Was quick to learn the wise to know,

　　And keenly felt the friendly glow,

　　And softer flame;

　　But thoughtless follies laid him low,

　　And stain'd his name!

　　Reader, attend! whether thy soul

　　Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,

　　Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,

　　In low pursuit:

　　Know, prudent, cautious, self-control

　　Is wisdom's root.

　　Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq.

　　Know thou, O stranger to the fame

　　Of this much lov'd, much honoured name!

　　(For none that knew him need be told)

　　A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.

　　Epitaph For Gavin Hamilton, Esq.

　　The poor man weeps—here Gavin sleeps,

　　Whom canting wretches blam'd;

　　But with such as he, where'er he be,

　　May I be sav'd or damn'd! Poems and Songs of Robert Burns