Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1827-01-23


And have stood beside the pile,
His monumcmt--that tells to Heaven
lao homage of carths proudest isle
To that Bard-peasant given
lad thy thoughts hover DER tIiat spct,
Boy Minstrel, in thy dreaming Jour-
And know. however low his lot,
y Poets pride and power.
The pride that lifted Burns from earth,
Ehc pewer that gave Il child of song
A.cendancy DER rank and birth.
The rich. he brave, the strong;
Au! ifdtsponicncy weigh down
Thy spirits tiu,terng pinionS then,
Despair-thy name is written on
! he roll of common men.
There have been loficr themes ,lan his,
And longer scrolls, and lou Ter Tyres,
Ana! lays lit up with Poesy's
furcr and hoiier fires.
Yet tread the names that know not death,--
Few nobler ones tiian Burns there,
AMI few have won grerner wreath
Than that which binds his hair.
Ills is that language of the heart,
Ia which the answering hear, would speak,
Ihnugh', word, that bids the warm tear start,
Or tie smile light the check;
And his, that music, to whose tone
The commonpuise of man keeps lame,
IN cot 0f castles ninth or moan,
In cold or sunny CLINE.
And vino hath heard his song, nor kne.:
Before its spell with willing knee,
Aut listened, and believed, and fei;
The Poet mastery.
Der the minds sea, in calm aud storm,
DER the hearts sunshine, and its showers.
Der Passions moments, bright and VAIN.
Der Reasons dark, cold hours:
Ga" ''eidS where bare men "die or do
/" halls where rings the banquet's NIGH,
WI mere mourmers weep, where lovers woo,
FFon throne IL cottage HEARTH
y ant sweet tears dim ..,n eyes uushci,
'''idt"id vows ialtc: on the tongue.
" "eh scots w;ia hre vi w allace b,ru,"
Or"Aut,i lang Syne" is sang.
FJio hopes, ,i:t, liit tbs. soul above.
Come with his Coticr's hymn Of mas.
AM dreams o. youth, aud truth, ami low.
- .tl Ing ~ > ban&s and bracs.
A"i wIen u: oscl:hes his ma ster-iay
o. A!lOway>s witc!, haunted wal
Al passions IN otr frames ofclay
Gone throngi'!9 al his call.
ima sination's world ofair,
And cur own world, its gloom a.,.i g}ec,
VIZ pathos, poetry, arc there,
And deaths sib!imity.
Aad Burns-lhough briet.,.s face hs ran,
Though rols III aud dark the pI,i, ne ;ro:,
!-iyed-died-n form and soul Il Man,
Ihe image othis God.
!hT"ush care, and pain, aud want, aud .vnr
~ wounds that only death could hea,
I"ttu.rs-- the poor alone can know,
ihc proud alone can feel
lie kept his honesty and truth,
ti's independents tongue and pen,
Aud moved, in manhood and in youth,
Pride OF his tc How men.
Strong sense, deep feeling, passions st,onr
4 hate OF tyrant and of kuave
\ love ofrigit, scorn of wronS,
Vi coward, and OF slave;
.tkiud, true heart, spirit high,
That could not Gear, and would MOI bows
Were written in his manly eye,
And on his manly brow:
Praise to the bard!-his words are driven.
Like dover seeds by the far winds sowI.
Where 'er, beneath tie sky of heaven,
The buds of fame have flown
f,ai;r 10 the maui nation stood
Beside his coffin with wet eyes,
Her bIa1c, her beautiful, her good,
~ when Il loved one dies.
Aud still, as OIL his day,
Men stand his cold carih-cnuch arouuI
th The mute homage that we pay
To consecrdted ground,
AMI c0nsecrated sounl it is,
The last, the haIlowed home Of one
vino lives unou all memories,
Though with the buried gone.
Such graves as his pilgin- slrrines,
Shriues tn no code or creed confined,-
ihe DelPhian wales, the Paiestines,
The hitccas ofthe mind.
sases, with Wis5om's carlaui wrea.hsd.
Crowned -i"gs, and nitred priests Of power.
> Vi warriors with their bright swords sI,oathsi
The m'Gniicst Of the hcur;
sud lowHer names, whose humble home
T. iii by Fortunes DINNER star,
.A.r lnerg-n'er wave amd mountain com,
From countries near \ nd far;
Pilgrims, wi1sc wandering feet have pres,
Inc Swilz'r's sno' the Arabs sand,
o. troi the piled leaves of the West,
Aiy own green forcst-land.
A',',& the cottage ofhi5 bfrril,
''ze on the scenes he loved and sung,
an gather feelings not ofsarth
Ills deids and streams amnn,.
They linge,hy the Doon's low trees.
And pastoral Nth, and wooded Acr.
AHG round thy sepulchrcs, Dumf,ir..
The Poets tomb IS there.
Bui gha; to them tie sculptor's ant.
His funeral columns, wrcat'rs, aud ufsss
Were they not craven on tive beat
The name o. Robert Burns'
7. G. II.
OH, april, 1925.
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