Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1816-11-02
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20 TIE ME1roRr OF BURNS.
item by THOMAS CAMPBELL, Esq. author Of h
.aSures .f Hapr. and spoken ut the commemo,.tion
OBERT BUhNS, in June last, by MIR. Conway.
Soul. Of the Poet Iwheresotr
Rcealiid. iium earth thy genius plGme
Her Wigs IL iinracrtality--
Suspend thy harp III happier sphere,
Aud with thine iisenee une
The gisdirss VI our iuoiee.
And fly !isc frn,is from secret spell,
Discard and strife at BURNS name,
LSnrcis Il By his mcmr-y;
For he Chief ct RardS that swell
III" heart with sOns, ni sicial flame,
and high delicious rc,er,.
And Loves own strain TO him was siyn
Io Marble all ITS eNtacirs--
With Py;hiGn words nnSouClt unwili'd,
Los, the mrNiv,ig gilt of Heaven,
Ihv choicest sweet of Paradise,
In iii,''s else bitter cup disiill'd.
Who tina, has melted Der his lay
10 Nsln soul III Heav'n above,
Bu; i,,ctasd sees in fancy strong,
l'ic ias,scapc and tlie i've lung dsy
That snnld upon their mutual love
Whctin., Las isit, forsets 'ie song
Ecs s,ird ore Fame above to fam
Rf, Cvuntr, singh ->nuld l'esSantry.
1Ylut patriot pride he taught how much
10 wtss IA the inhcrn worth cfEan
liiai rustic If. and po-rty
Grew beautiful beneath his touch.
Hmm his ca,-hu;l, Coz the Mcsc
Erirauch ami sl.ewI him all the iorsas
OfiairyIiglt a,td wizard gloom,
t'Illai Sny gifted ro,t Vi.Ws,)
The cl,,, IT the fool aad storms,
Aud martial shades from Glory's Tomb.
ON Hammock field what thoughts arouse
The ~ ain whom BURNS sung inspires.
Brat i,u, his Cal.donian wins
Is o'e, tn heroic tart he pOughs,
With nv the spirit of his tirts,
And all t!.eir Scorn of death and chainsf
And se,. the Scottish Exile tannd
j., many far and foreign cline,
Bend DER iiis homS-bnrn verse and weep,
In memory of has native laud,
With love that set rms the lapse Of time
And ties that stretch hey ond the deep.
Encanp'dby Indian rivers Wild,
The Soldier resting on hisarms,
In BURNS carroll swpet recalls
The scenes thar hest him when child
And Flows and glldens at the charms
OF Seo,ia's woods and waterfalls.
q deem not, '-ni,.,, Til, worldly strife
An idle art the pot hringS-
Let high Philosophy control.
And sages calm the stream of life,
Ills H. retines lis fountain springs,
The noble passions OF the soul.
II is thu muse that consecratrs
ThRnaiiye if',ucr uf the brave,
UrfurliIig at the trump-t'S breath,
INse, Thistle, Hlrp-'tis She elates,
Isswcrp the Fielder ride the wave,
A ,un-burst in the storm ofdeath
and thou, youns Hero. wien thy pail
Is cross with mour;ifu sword and plume,
When public Sgirf begins To fade
And only tears of kindred fail,
who but TN, Bard s.all dress thy tomb,
hnd greet with fame thy gsast shade.
such wis the Soldier-DURNS forgive
Ina; sorrows of mine own inirnde,
ia strains To Thy great memory due.
In yers, ike thine, Oh could lie live.
ih- friend Iinournh-the brave, the good
EDWARD, that diea ut Wnterloo.f
Farewen high Chief of Scottish song,
That couid,t alternately inpart
Wisdom and rapture in tbs page,
Aud brand each vice with satire strong,
Whose lints are moitus of the heart,
Whose truths eectriiy tho Sage.
Farewell; and neer may envy dare
tn wiring one lneiGi poison drop
From the crushd surcls of thy bust;
But while the lark sings sweet IN air,
Still may the eTntsfnl PILGRIM stop,
To bless the spot TINT holds thy dust.
Burns was horn in Clay Cottage, which his father
In with his hands.