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1871–1913

To Burns.

William Mackay MacKeracher

Old friend!— I always loved thee; In childhood's early days, Delighted I would listen With laughter to thy lays.

And better still I loved thee, To riper boyhood grown; Because thou wert the pride of The land that's part my own.

But with devotion deepened I greet thee now anew, Of love, because thou singest So simple, sweet, and true.

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