THOU flatt’ring mark of friendship kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
  The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho’ sweetly female ev’ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
  Does both the sexes honour:
She show’d her taste refin’d and just,
  When she selected thee;
Yet deviating, own I must,
  For sae approving me:
    But kind still I’ll mind still
      The giver in the gift;
      I’ll bless her, an’ wiss her
      A Friend aboon the lift.

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Poet: Robert Burns
Poem: 100. 100. Inscribed on a Work of Hannah More’s
Volume: Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Year: Published/Written in 1786
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