Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
148 . To Miss Logan, with Beattie’s 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.