Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  epitaph on my ever honoured father
  o ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
  draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
  here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
  the tender father, and the gen'rous friend;
  the pitying heart that felt for human woe,
  the dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
  the friend of man—to vice alone a foe;
  for “ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.”