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Lying At A Reverend Friend's House On Night, The Author Left The Following Verses In The Room Where He Slept.

By Robert Burns

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I.         O thou dread Power, who reign'st above!             I know thou wilt me hear,         When for this scene of peace and love             I make my prayer sincere. II.         The hoary sire, the mortal stroke,             Long, long, be pleased to spare;         To bless his filial little flock             And show what good men are. III.         She who her lovely offspring eyes             With tender hopes and fears,         O, bless her with a mother's joys,             But spare a mother's tears! IV.         Their hope, their stay, their darling youth,             In manhood's dawning blush,         Bless him, thou GOD of love and truth,             Up to a parent's wish! V.         The beauteous, seraph sister-band,             With earnest tears I pray,         Thous know'st the snares on ev'ry hand,             Guide Thou their steps alway. VI.         When soon or late they reach that coast,             O'er life's rough ocean driven,         May they rejoice, no wanderer lost,             A family in Heaven!

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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