Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
234 . A Mothers Lament for her Sons Death
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And pierc’d my darling’s heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.
In dust dishonour’d laid; So fell the pride of all my hopes, My age’s future shade. Bewails her ravish’d young; So I, for my lost darling’s sake, Lament the live-day long. Now, fond, I bare my breast; O, do thou kindly lay me low With him I love, at rest!