The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
ON JOHN M'MURDO
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!
O may no son the father's honor stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||