Poem by Robert Burns

On Mr. M’Murdo, Chamberlain to the Duke of Queensberry

Blest be M’Murdo to his latest day,
No envious cloud o’ercast his evening ray;
No wrinkle furrow’d by the hand of care,
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!
Oh, may no son the father’s honour stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain.

1. Tam Samson’s Elegy
2. O Lassie, Art Thou Sleeping Yet?
3. Scroggam
4. Stanzas on the Same Occasion
5. The First Psalm

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