Poem by Robert Burns

Fragment «Now health forsakes that angel face…»

Now health forsakes that angel face,
  	Nae mair my Dearie smiles;
Pale sickness withers ilka grace,
  	And a’ my hopes beguiles.
The cruel powers reject the prayer
  	I hourly mak’ for thee;
Ye heavens, how great is my despair,
  	How can I see him dee!

1. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
2. The Highland Lassie
3. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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