The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and m · Robert Burns

But, oh! fell death’s untimely frost, That nipt my

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

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Robert Burns

1759-01-25 — 1796-07-21 · Alloway

Robert Burns was a Scottish poet and lyricist, widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and celebrated as the cultural icon of its people. His work often captured the spirit of rural Scottish life, using vernacular Scots and exploring themes of love, nature, social justice, and national identity. Burns's poetry and songs have had a lasting impact on Scottish culture and continue to be cherished worldwide.