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To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787 - Robert Burns
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To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787 Robert Burns

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To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787 - Robert Burns
Again the silent wheels of time
Their annual round have driven,
And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer Heaven.

No gifts have I from Indian coasts
The infant year to hail;
I send you more than India boasts,
In Edwin's simple tale.

Our sex with guile, and faithless love,
Is charg'd, perhaps too true;
But may, dear maid, each lover prove
An Edwin still to you.
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