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Epitaph On William Muir

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 informed:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friend
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Amar Agarwala 10 March 2016

Short and sweet and so typical of Burns.

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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015

I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.ae

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