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Lines On John M'murdo, Esq. Post by :jsjdesign Category :Poems Author :Robert Burns Date :June 2011 Read :2107

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Lines On John M'murdo, Esq.

Blest be M'Murdo to his latest day!
No envious cloud o'ercast his evening ray;
No wrinkle, furrow'd by the hand of care,
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!
O may no son the father's honour stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!

(The end)
Robert Burns's poem: Lines On John M'murdo, Esq

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