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To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems For A New Year'S Gift. Jan. 1, 1787.

By Robert Burns

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Again the silent wheels of time             Their annual round have driv'n,         And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,             Are so much nearer Heav'n.         No gifts have I from Indian coasts             The infant year to hail:         I send you more than India boasts             In Edwin's simple tale.         Our sex with guile and faithless love             Is charg'd, perhaps, too true;         But may, dear maid, each lover prove             An Edwin still to you!

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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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