Complimentary Versicles to Jessie Lewars

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Complimentary Versicles to Jessie Lewars
by Robert Burns
THE TOAST
Fill me with the rosy wine,
Call a toast, a toast divine:
Giveth me Poet’s darling flame,
Lovely Jessie be her name;
Then thou mayest freely boast,
Thou hast given a peerless toast.
THE MENAGERIE
Talk not to me of savages,
  From Afric’s burning sun;
No savage e’er could rend my heart,
  As Jessie, thou hast done:
But Jessie’s lovely hand in mine,
  A mutual faith to plight,
Not even to view the heavenly choir,
  Would be so blest a sight.
JESSIE’S ILLNESS
Say, sages, what’s the charm on earth
  Can turn Death’s dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
  Else Jessie had not died.
ON HER RECOVERY
But rarely seen since Nature’s birth,
  The natives of the sky;
Yet still one seraph’s left on earth,
  For Jessie did not die.
This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.