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O time, great Healer! canst thou still

The crying hearts that feel the knife?

O great Restorer, canst thou fill

The wide gaps broken out of life

By love and duty’s bitter strife?

O Friend, and canst thou, as they say,

Soothe all our troubles on thy breast,

Till, calm in death, they pass away,

And, one by one, are laid to rest

In unknown graves, beyond our quest?

Nay, there’s a wound thou canst not ease;

Nay, there’s a sickness past thine art.

Ah me! while I’m beyond the seas,

There’ll be a sore place in my heart

That, at a touch, will throb and smart.

Nay, nay, with all thy skill-with all

The care and cunning thou mayst spend,

Thou canst but weakly patch the wall

That wrench of parting came to rend,

That gap no mason’s hand can mend.

And as for buried sorrows-one

Hears every sound above its head;

Joys and prosperities may run

With happy footsteps o’er the dead,-

This grief of absence feels the tread.

O Time, thy graveyard is a street-

Thy graves no sculptured records crown;

Yet this one, trod of many feet,

Still shows the heap’d earth, fresh and brown,-

No foot of joy can press it down.

There velvet mosses soon will creep,

And grey and golden lichens grow;

There sweet white snowdrops soon will peep,

And purple violets bud and blow,

From winter’s bosom, cloak’d in snow;

There summer lights and shades will fall,

And soft rains patter through the trees;

There slender grasses, frail and tall,

Will weave and whisper in the breeze-

‘Twill be a grave in spite of these.

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• Nature’s Law: A Poem by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Highland Lassie, O by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Heart’s In The Highlands by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Motto prefixed to the Author’s first Publication by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Masonic Song—Ye Sons of Old Killie by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Mary Morison by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lord Gregory: A Ballad by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines written on a Bank-note by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to Mr. John Kennedy by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to John Syme, Esq., with a dozen of Porter by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to John M’Murdo of Drumlanrig by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to an Old Sweetheart by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper by Robert Burns by Robert Burns

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