curated by Adam Fitzgerald

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Epitaph on My Own Friend, and My Father's Friend, William Muir of Tarbolton Mill

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, the friend of youth:
Few hearts like his with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)