THOU, who thy honour as thy God reverst,
Who, save thy minds reproach, nought earthly fearst,
To thee this votive offering I impart,
The tearful tribute of a broken heart.
The Friend thou valuedst, I, the Patron lovd;
His worth, his honour, all the world approved:
Well mourn till we too go as he has gone,
And tread the shadowy path to that dark world unknown.
320. Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart
written byRobert Burns
© Robert Burns