A Quote by Robert Burns

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent — © Robert Burns
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
The soil of their native land is dear to all the hearts of mankind.
I wish the rent Was heaven sent.
From the holy scriptures, heaven-sent lift will be found for heaven-sent duties.
Swaggy P is heaven-sent. I'm like a prophet of swag, so the name was heaven-sent.
I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast. Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.
We spent a month in Japan last year, a week in Istanbul for the United Nations, and nearly three months in my native Nova Scotia, where my two brothers have homes; and we'll go back there this summer.
Heaven forbid! -- That would be the greatest misfortune of all! -- To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate! -- Do not wish me such an evil.
CNN? Oh, that's that network with Larry King, who, like the Son of Sam, is a native of Brooklyn. Used to be owned by Ted Turner, who, like the Cincinnati Strangler, is a native of Cincinnati. Now part of Time Warner, founded by the Warner Brothers, the oldest of whom, Harry Warner, like many Auschwitz guards, was a native of Poland.
I am a nationalist... my native soil is the theatre.
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
I'd like to get back home to Nova Scotia more, but thankfully, with technology you can call and text and FaceTime. But physically being in Toronto or Nova Scotia... there's nothing like it.
To all of us the thought of heaven is dear -Why not be sure of it and make it here?No doubt there is a heaven yonder too,But 'tis so far away - and you are near.Men talk of heaven, - there is no heaven but here;Men talk of hell, - there is no hell but here;Men of hereafters talk, and future lives,O love, there is no other life - but here.
Great literature transcends its native land, but none that I know of ignores its soil.
We were not sent by Father in Heaven just to be born. We were sent to endure and return to Him with honor.
The God of heaven sent some of His choicest spirits to lay the foundation of this government. And he has sent other choice spirits to preserve it.
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