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To Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries. With Johnson'S 'Musical Museum.'

By Robert Burns

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Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair,         And with them take the Poet's prayer;         That fate may in her fairest page,         With every kindliest, best presage         Of future bliss, enrol thy name:         With native worth and spotless fame,         And wakeful caution still aware         Of ill, but chief, man's felon snare;         All blameless joys on earth we find,         And all the treasures of the mind,         These be thy guardian and reward;         So prays thy faithful friend, The Bard.     June 26, 1796.

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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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