American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1827-11-16

And have stood beside the pile,
His monumen,-that tells 70 Heaven
The homage Of earihs rrondest isle
TO that Bard.peasan given
Bid thy ,houghts hnyer Ger that spot,
B"y-MiEs rel, in Thy dreaming hour
And know, however IL hi- lol,
Peers pride ard power.
The pride that flied 4urns from earth,
The power that gave child Of song
hscendeocy DER rank and birth,
The rich, the brave, the strong;
Ard f dependency * eigh down
Thy spirits futletine pnons then,
Despar-ihy namc is written Oh
Tie roll Of common men.
There have been lofiier themes than his,
Ard longer scrolls, and louder Tyres,
And lays liz up with Ppesy's
Pure, and iocr fires
Yet read the names that know not DEATH.
Few nobler ones than Burns are there,
And few have won ereener vfeath
! han that which binds his hair.
His IS that language rf The heart,
IN which the answering heart world speak.
Thought. word, that bids the warm tear start,
Or the smile lig' the cheek;
And lis. that music, to whose tone
The common pulse Of man keeps time.
In co, Or castles mirlh or moa,.,
In cold or sunny cline.
And who hath heard his song. nor kneit
q fore its spell with willing knee,
And listened, AID believed, and felt
The Poets mastery
Der The minds sea, in cain and storm.
Der The hearts sunshine, and its showers,
Ger Passions moments, blight and warm,
O'er Reasons dark, cold hours;
on fields where brave men "tlie or do"
Ii halls where rugs the banquei's miri
Wheve mourners weep, where lovers WOO,
From throne to cot age hearth
What sweet fears dim the eyes unshcd.
What wild vows falter on The tongue,
When Scots VIVA haze WI Wallace blcd,''
Or "Auld lang Syne" is sung
Pure homes, that lifl he soul above,
G. me with his Cot'er's hymn OF praise,
AID dreams Of youth, and truth, and love,
With I" L"gan's" banks and braea.
And when he breathes his mastcr-lay
of Alloway's witch-haonted wall,
All passions il ON frames of clay
Come thronging at his call,
Imagra,on's world Of air,
and our own world, its gloom and glec.
Wit, pahcs, poetry, are there,
Aud deaths sublimity.
And Bnrns--though brief the race he ran,
Though rough and dark the path he trods
Lircd--lied-in form and soul Man,
The image of his God.
Through care, and pain, and want, and woes
Win onnds that nj, death could heal,
Tortnres--the poor alone can know,
The proud alone can feel;
He kept his honesty and truth.
His independent tongue and pen,
And moved, in manhood and in YOUTH
Pride of his fellow men.
Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strongs
A hate Of tyrant and OF knave,
love of right, scorn of wrong,
OF coward, and of slave;
A kind, true heart spirit high,
That could not fear, and would not bow,
Were written in his manly eye,
Aud on his manly brow.
praise to the bard--his words are driven.
Like fower-seeds by the far winds sown.
Where'er, beneath the sky Of heaven,
The birds OF fame have flown
Praise to the man nation stood
Beside his coffin with wet eyes,
Her brave, her beautiful. her good,
As when loved one dies
And still, as on his funeral day.
Men stand his cold earth-couch srounda
With the mute homage that we pay
To consecrated ground.
And consecrated ground tits,
The last, the hallowed home Of one
who lives upon all memories,
Though with the buried gone.
Such graves as his are pilgrm-shrines,
s, ines to no code or creed confned,--
The Delphian Wales, the Palestnes,
The Meccas of mind.
sages, with Wisdom's garland wreathed,
Crowned kings, and mitred priests Of power,
And warriors with their bright swords sheatheds
The mghties, of the honr
And Iowrer names, whose humble home
Is il, by Fortunes DINNER star,
40 therc-o'er save and mountain come,
From countries near and far