THOU of an independent mind,
With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd;
Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave,
Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
Virtue alone who dost revere,
Thy own reproach alone dost fear—
Approach this shrine, and worship here.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Fickle Fortune: A Fragment
- The Calf
- Epigram On Dr. Babington's Looks
- Sylvander To Clarinda
- Epitaph On A Henpecked Squire