James McIntyre

(25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

Lines On Gunn - Poem by James McIntyre

My dear friend Gunn,
May you prize won,
But to us hark
When you shoot mark,
High you must aim
And at right game,
And truth employ
Wrong to destroy.
Your friend the Bard
Hopes your reward
Will be furriore
For Courier.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2012

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