O, could I give thee India's wealth,
As I this trifle send!
Because thy joy in both would be
To share them with a friend.
But golden sands did never grace
The Heliconian stream;
Then take what gold could never buy,
An honest Bard's esteem.
To John M'murdo, Esq.
Robert Burns
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