TO MISS LOGAN_POEMS AND SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS

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TO MISS LOGAN

With Beattie's Poems, For A New-Year's Gift, Jan. 1, 1787.

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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