Grant me, indulgent Heav'n, that I may live
To see the miscreants feel the pains they give,
Deal Freedom's sacred treasures free as air,
Till slave and despot be but things which were.
Written In A Lady's Pocket-book.
Robert Burns
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Written In A Lady's Pocket-book. is a poem by Robert Burns. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.