I beg pardon if I
misapprehended
the matter, but this appears to me
the only imperfect passage in the poem.
Robert Burns
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The deeds of mercy, that embrace
A distant sphere, an alien race,
Shall virtue's lips record and claim
The fairest honours of thy name.
"
I beg pardon if I
misapprehended
the matter, but this appears to me
the only imperfect passage in the poem.
The comparison of the sunbeam
is fine.
The compliment to the Duke of Richmond is, I hope, as just as it is
certainly elegant The thought,
