The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
ON WM. MUIR IN TARBOLTON MILL
An honest man here lies at rest,As e'er God with His image blest:
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his—with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||