Burns, 1759 – 1796, authored many poems and songs during his
short lifetime. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland.*
Man was made to
mourn: A Dirge
Many and sharp the
num'rous ills
Inwoven with our frame!
More pointed still we make
ourselves
Regret, remorse, and
shame!
And man, whose heav'n-
erected face
The smiles of love adorn, -
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless
thousands mourn!
~ Robert Burns
*Source, Wikipedia
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