Though fickle fortune has deceived me

Though fickle Fortune has deceiv'd me, She promis'd fair and perform'd but ill; Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me, Yet I bear a heart shall support me still. I'll act with prudence as far's I'm able, But if success I must never find, Then come Misfortune, I bid thee welcome, I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.


Crawford Logan

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written between 1771 and 1779 and is read here by Crawford Logan.

Themes for this poem

unhappiness future woman

Selected for 13 April

For the thirteenth, a poem bemoaning bad luck and the need for an, 'undaunted mind' in the face of misfortune...

Donny O'Rourke

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