This somewhat famous portion of a poem was written by Robert Burns (1759-1796), a Scottish poet, in his 1785's poem called "Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge":
'Many and sharp the num'rous ills
Inwoven with our frame!
More pointed still we make ourselves
Regret, remorse, and shame!
And Man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn, -
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
(he died following dental work at the age of 37.)
Last edited by Tango; 07-14-2008 at 10:33 AM..
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