Poem by Robert Burns

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How cruel are the parents
  Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
  Poor woman sacrifice.
Meanwhile the hapless daughter
  Has but a choice of strife;
To shun a tyrant father’s hats,
  Become a wretched wife.

The ravening hawk pursuing,
  The trembling dove thus flies,
To shun impelling ruin
  A while her pinions tries;
Till of escape despairing,
  No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless falconer,
  And drops beneath his feet.

1. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
3. The Day Returns
4. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
5. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way

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