406. Lines Inscribed in a Lady's Pocket Almanack
GRANT me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live,
To see the miscreants feel the pains they give;
Deal Freedom’s sacred treasures free as air,
Till Slave and Despot be but things that were.
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Robert Burns
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