Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her

THINE be the volumes, Jesay fair,
And with them take the Poet’s prayer-
That fate may in her fairest page,
With every kindliest, best presage
Of future bliss, enrol thy name;
With native worth, and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution still aware
Of ill-but chief; man’s felon snare.
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind-
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, the Bard.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. The Flowery Banks of Cree
5. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)

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