An honest man here lies at restAs e’er God with his image blest;The friend of man, the friend of truth,The friend of age, and guide of youth:Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,Few heads with knowledge so informed:If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;If there is none, he made the best of this.
1784 · Poem
Epitaph on My Own Friend and My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir in Tarbolton Mill
- Year
- 1784
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Mossgiel
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns