Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her

THINE be the volumes, Jesay fair,
And with them take the Poet’s prayer-
That fate may in her fairest page,
With every kindliest, best presage
Of future bliss, enrol thy name;
With native worth, and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution still aware
Of ill-but chief; man’s felon snare.
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind-
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, the Bard.

1. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
2. The Cooper O’ Cuddle
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard
5. Eppie M’Nab

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