Epitaph to a Friend
Robert Burns

An honest man here lies at rest
As e’er God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
        
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

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