Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
148 . To Miss Logan, with Beatties Poems
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Their annual round have driven,
And you, tho’ scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer Heaven.
The infant year to hail; I send you more than India boasts, In Edwin’s simple tale. Is charg’d, perhaps too true; But may, dear maid, each lover prove An Edwin still to you.