Poem by Robert Burns

To Alex Cunningham, Writer

MY godlike friend-nay! do not stare;
  You think the phrase is odd-like!
But God is love the Saints declare,
  Then surely thou art God-like!

And is thy ardour still the same?
  And kindled still at Auna?
Others may boast a partial flame,
  But thou art a volcano!

Ev’n Wedlock asks not love beyond
  Death’s tie-dissolving portal!
But thou, omnipotently fond,
  Mayst promise love immortal.

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