An Honest Man Lies Here At Rest

An honest man here lies at rest,
As 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 is another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

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