 | The Poetry of Robert Burns |  |
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TO JOHN M'MURDO
WITH SOME OF THE AUTHOR'S POEMS
I
O, could I give thee India's wealth,As I this trifle send!
Because thy Joy in both would be
To share them with a friend!
II
But golden sands did never graceThe Heliconian stream;
Then take what gold could never buy—
An honest Bard's esteem.
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