Written in the Visitors' Book at the Birthplace of Robert Burns
Of heavenly stature, but most human smile,
Gyved with our faults he stands,
Truth’s white and Love’s red roses tendering us,
Whose thorns are in his hands.
More poems by George Washington Cable
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The New Arrival
There came to port last Sunday night
The queerest little craft,
Without an inch of rigging on; …