Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
228 . To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
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You think the phrase is odd-like;
But “God is love,” the saints declare,
Then surely thou art god-like.
And kindled still at A Others may boast a partial flame, But thou art a volcano! Death’s tie-dissolving portal; But thou, omnipotently fond, May’st promise love immortal! Such symptoms dire attend them, That last great antihectic try— M Divine, magnetic, touching: She talks, she charms-but who can trace The process of bewitching?
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