Maxioms by Robert Burns
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
To liken them to your auld-warld squad,
I must needs say comparisons are odd.
To liken them to your auld-warld squad,
I must needs say comparisons are odd.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray,
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Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray,
Was light from Heaven.
