AN HONEST man here lies at rest
As e'er God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
More verses by Robert Burns
- A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
- Lines To An Old Sweetheart
- The Ronalds Of The Bennals
- Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish
- Whistle Ow'R The Lave O'T