Robert Burns - Epitaph On My Own Friend And My Father's Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill lyrics

An honest man here lies at rest As e'er God with his image blest; The friend of man, the friend of truth, The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, Few heads with knowledge so informed: If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.