Poem by Robert Burns

Grace after Meat

O Thou, in whom we live and move.
  	Who mad’st the sea and shore;
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
  	And grateful would adore.
And if it please thee, Pow’r above,
  	Still grant us, with such store,
The friend we trust, the fair we love,
  	And we desire no more.

1. The Day Returns
2. Katharine Jaffray
3. The Cardin’ O’t
4. Lines Written in Friars-Carse Hermitage
5. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard

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