Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands
by Robert Burns
WHEN Death’s dark stream I ferry o’er,
(A time that surely shall come,)
In Heav’n itself I’ll ask no more,
Than just a Highland welcome.
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Last updated July 13, 2015
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