Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
308 . The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson
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And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o’ grief,
For Matthew was a great man.
Yet spurn’d at Fortune’s door, man;
A look of pity hither cast,
For Matthew was a poor man.
That passest by this grave, man;
For Matthew was a brave man.
Canst throw uncommon light, man;
Here lies wha weel had won thy praise,
For Matthew was a bright man.
Wad life itself resign, man:
Thy sympathetic tear maun fa’,
For Matthew was a kind man.
Like the unchanging blue, man;
This was a kinsman o’ thy ain,
For Matthew was a true man.
And ne’er guid wine did fear, man;
This was thy billie, dam, and sire,
For Matthew was a queer man.
To blame poor Matthew dare, man;
May dool and sorrow be his lot,
For Matthew was a rare man.
For Matthew’s was a bright one!
His soul was like the glorious sun,
A matchless, Heavenly light, man.