The poem
BLEST be M’Murdo to his latest day! No envious cloud o’ercast his evening ray; No wrinkle, furrow’d by the hand of care, Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair! O may no son the father’s honour stain, Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!
Lines of John M’Murdo, Esq.
420Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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