Epitaph On A Lap-Dog

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Title:     Epitaph On A Lap-Dog
Author: Robert Burns [More Titles by Burns]

Named Echo

In wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
Your heavy loss deplore;
Now, half extinct your powers of song,
Sweet Echo is no more.

Ye jarring, screeching things around,
Scream your discordant joys;
Now, half your din of tuneless sound
With Echo silent lies.

[The end]
Robert Burns's poem: Epitaph On A Lap-Dog

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