O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, <br />Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend! <br />Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, <br />The tender father, and the gen'rous friend; <br />The pitying heart that felt for human woe, <br />The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride; <br />The friend of man-to vice alone a foe; <br />For "ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side." 1<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-my-ever-honoured-father/
