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148. To Miss Logan with Beattie’s Poems

Written by: Robert Burns | Biography
 | Quotes (31) |
 AGAIN the silent wheels of time
 Their annual round have driven,
And you, tho’ scarce in maiden prime,
 Are so much nearer Heaven.

No gifts have I from Indian coasts
 The infant year to hail;
I send you more than India boasts,
 In Edwin’s simple tale.

Our sex with guile, and faithless love,
 Is charg’d, perhaps too true;
But may, dear maid, each lover prove
 An Edwin still to you.