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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet

Lines On Fergusson, The Poet

Ill-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!
What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
To think Life's sun did set e'er well begun
To shed its influence on thy bright career.

O why should truest Worth and Genius pine
Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,
While titled knaves and idiot—Greatness shine
In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?
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