252. Lines to John M'Murdo of Drumlanrig
O COULD I give thee India’s wealth,
As I this trifle send;
Because thy joy in both would be
To share them with a friend.
But golden sands did never grace
The Heliconian stream;
Then take what gold could never buy—
An honest bard’s esteem.
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Robert Burns
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