Poems and Songs of Robert Burnsby Robert Burns

Go On, Sweet Bird, And Sooth My Care

Love In The Guise Of Friendship

     Your friendship much can make me blest,
     O why that bliss destroy!
     Why urge the only, one request
     You know I will deny!

     Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
     Conceal it in that thought;
     Nor cause me from my bosom tear
     The very friend I sought.

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Go On, Sweet Bird, And Sooth My Care