Summary

Portrait of Robert Burns Robert Burns Aloway Kirk, or, Tam o' Shanter (1822)

O'er a' the ills of life victorious!
⁠But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the power, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white—then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis rays,
That flit ere you can point the place:
Or like the rainbow's lovely form,
Evanishing anmid the storm
Ne man can tether Time or Tide,
The hour approache. Tam maun ride;
That hour, o' night', black arch the keystane,
That drear hour he mounts his beast in,
And sic a night he taks the road in,
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.
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