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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Poet: Robert Burns
Poem: 38. 38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father
Volume: Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Year: Published/Written in 1784
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