The poem
O COULD I give thee India’s wealth, As I this trifle send; Because thy joy in both would be To share them with a friend.
But golden sands did never grace The Heliconian stream; Then take what gold could never buy— An honest bard’s esteem.
Lines to John M’Murdo of Drumlanrig
252Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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