 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
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ON THOMAS BISSLAND.
A GENTLEMAN WHOM INDIGENCE NEVER SOLICITED IN VAIN.
Ever green be the sod o'er kind Tom of the Wood,For the poor man he ever supplied;
We may weel say, alas! for our ain scant of grace,
That we reck'd not his worth till he died:
Though no rich marble bust mimics grief o'er his dust,
Yet fond memory his virtue will save;
Oft, at lone twilight hour, sad remembrance shall pour
Her sorrows, unfeigned, o'er his grave.
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