To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy L — — — , Dumfries; with Books which the Bard Presented Her
Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair,
And with them take the poet's prayer;
That fate may in her fairest page,
With every kindliest, best presage,
Of future bliss, enroll thy name:
With native worth, and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution still aware
Of ill — but chief, man's felon snare;
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind —
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, the bard.
Robert Burns.
June 26th 1796
And with them take the poet's prayer;
That fate may in her fairest page,
With every kindliest, best presage,
Of future bliss, enroll thy name:
With native worth, and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution still aware
Of ill — but chief, man's felon snare;
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind —
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, the bard.
Robert Burns.
June 26th 1796
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