Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing' That thus they all shall meet in future days: There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear,... The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions ... - Page 180 by Robert Burns - 1806 Full view -
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