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My dear and much honored
Mrs. DUNLOP, of DUNLOP.
SENSIBILITY how charming,
Thou, my friend, canst truly tell ; But distress with horrors arming,
Thou hast also known too well !
Fairest flower, behold the lily,
Blooming in the sunny ray :
See it prostrate on the clay.
Hear the wood lark charm the forest,
Telling o'er his little joys : Hapless bird ! a prey the surest,
To each pirate of the skies.
Dearly bought, the hidden treasure,
Finer feelings can bestow ;
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
A verse composed and repeated by BURNS, 10
the Master of the house, on taking leave at a place in the Higblands, where he had been hospitably entertained.
WHEN death's dark stream I ferry o'er,
A time that surely shall come ; In Heaven itself, I'll ask no more,
Than just a Highland welcome.