Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  lines on fergusson, the poet
  ill-fated genius! heaven-taught fergusson!
  what heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
  to think life's sun did set e'er well begun
  to shed its influence on thy bright career.
  o why should truest worth and genius pine
  beneath the iron grasp of want and woe,
  while titled knaves and idiot—greatness shine
  in all the splendour fortune can bestow?