Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on the Poet’s Daughter

HERE lies a rose, a budding rose,
  Blasted before its bloom;
Whose innocence did sweets disclose
  Beyond that flower’s perfume.

To those who for her loss are grieved,
  This consolation’s given-
She’s from a world of woe relieved,
  And blooms a rose in heaven.

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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