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TO I. AND G. H.
ON THEIR LEAVING WOODBRIDGE. WITH A COPY OF BURNS'S POEMS.
In memory of the hoursBy us together spent;
Strewed with the thornless flowers
Of pangless merriment.
In memory, too, of some,
When clouds were in our sky;
When hearts with grief were dumb,
And tears were in each eye!
For the bitter, and the sweet,
Which endear alike “lang syne,”
Hearts like your own will greet
This trivial gift of mine.
The life we live on earth
Is dark and bright by turns;
And in sorrow, or in mirth,
Few bards can equal Burns!
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