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the one dark thought.
Let present pride dispel that tinge of shame,
Thine was the peerless "Bard that's noo awa."
And oh! forbid thy children to upraise
The glass, by envy's hand all smoke-besmear'd,
Through which on genius' disc too many gaze,
Proclaiming loud where earth-like spots appear'd;
And proudly raise thine head, most noble dame—
View pilgrims crowd where'er thy blue eye turns;
Hear the loud trumpet of eternal fame
Declare the world boasts but one—Robert Burns.
Thine was the peerless "Bard that's noo awa."
And oh! forbid thy children to upraise
The glass, by envy's hand all smoke-besmear'd,
Through which on genius' disc too many gaze,
Proclaiming loud where earth-like spots appear'd;
And proudly raise thine head, most noble dame—
View pilgrims crowd where'er thy blue eye turns;
Hear the loud trumpet of eternal fame
Declare the world boasts but one—Robert Burns.
The One Dark Thought.
No more, in costliest robes attired,
She moves where fashion's vot'ries crowd,
Their leader—envied, sought, admired—
The high-born, beautiful, and proud;
A sombre garb enwraps her form,
Pale is her face, and sorrow-fraught,
And, gnawing like a canker-worm,
Upon her heart is one dark thought.
She moves where fashion's vot'ries crowd,
Their leader—envied, sought, admired—
The high-born, beautiful, and proud;
A sombre garb enwraps her form,
Pale is her face, and sorrow-fraught,
And, gnawing like a canker-worm,
Upon her heart is one dark thought.
Just blushing into womanhood,
As bursts the rosebud into bloom,
Her child, for peerless beauty, stood
The fairest in each crowded room:
As bursts the rosebud into bloom,
Her child, for peerless beauty, stood
The fairest in each crowded room:
