Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1830-02-11


For framing laws to govern states;
Not skill in sciences profound
30 istge 10 grsspthe circle Iound:
Such heavenly influence require
As how TO strike the Muse's iyre"
So says Swift, in the only really poetical
passage which we remember to have met with
I In the whole "a volumes of his works, and
we say-AMEN.
To THE MEMORY OF
ROBERT BURNS.
By EDWARD RUsHroN, OF LIVERPOOL.
4 Meath the green turf, dear nsture's child,
i Sublime. pathetic. srtIess. wild,
4 0f all thy quips and cranks dspoil'd,
Cold dost thou lie,
4 And many youth and maiden mid
Shalt DER thee sigh.
Those powers that eagle. wing'd could soar;
I That heart which ne'er was cold before,
4 That tongue which caused the tables roar,
Are now laid low,
And Scota's sons shall hear no more
Thy rspurous flow.
warm'd with spark of natures fire.
From The rough plough thou didst aspire,
To make sordd world admire,
And few like thee,
Oh Burns! have swept the minsreps Tyre
With ecstacy.
Ere winters icy vapours fail,
The violet in th' uncultur'd dale
So sweetly scents the passing gale.
That shepherd boys,
Led by the fragrance they inhale,
Soon find their prize.
30, when to iife's chill gens conhn'd,
Thy ..eh. tho rough, uncaDtur'd mind,
Pour'd on the sense of each rude hind
Such dulcet lass,
That to thy brow was soon sssign'd,
The wreath of praise.
Anon, with nobier daring biest,
The wild notes throbbing 1t thy breast,
o. friends, wealth, fortune. nnpossess'd,
Thy fervid mind
Towards fame's proud turrels boldly pres.'d
And pleas d mankind.
But what avail'd thy powers 20 please,
When want spproach'd, and Pale disease;
Could these thy infant brood aepease,
That valid for bread,
Or could they for q moment ease
Thy woe.worn headl
Applause, poor child Of minstrelsey.
Was all the world e'er gave to thee;
Unmoved, by pinching penory
They saw thee torn,
And now, kind souls) with sympathy
Thy loss they mourn.
oh how I lothe the bloated train,
Who oft had heard thy w.tchiog strain.
Yet when thy frame was rsck'd with pain,
Could keep aloof,
And eys with spuient disdain
Thy lowiy roof
Yes, proud Dumfries, oh! would to heaven
Thou hadst from that cold spot been driven,
Thou mightst have found some sheering haven
On this side Tweede:
Yet ali! cen here poor bards have striven
And died in need.
True genius scovns to fat.er knaves,
Or crouch amidst race Of slaves,
His soul, while fierce the T. mpest raves,
No trenor knows,
And with mistaken nerve he braves
Life's pelting woes.
No wonder then that thou shoulds, find
Tn averted glance Of half mankind.
Should'st see the sly, slow, supple mimi
To wealth aspire,
While scorn, neglect, and want. comhin'd
To quench thy FIRE.
While wint'ry winds pipe loud and strong,
The high peroh'd storm cock pours his song,
60 thy Eolian Tyre was strung,
Midst chilling times;
Yet CHEEKY didst thou rcli aiong
Thy 'rou,h of rhy mes
And oh! that rsuth of rhymes shall raise:
For thee lasting pile OF praise.
uapty ~erne wing in these our days.
Has higher soar'd,
But from the heart more melting lays
Were never pour'd.
Where Ganges rolls his yellow tide.
Where blest Celumhia's waters glide,
Old Scstias sens, spread far ard wide,
Shsll oft rehearse,
With sorrow some, but oil with pride.
Thy witching verse.
IN early spring thy earthly bed.
Shall be with msnya wild hower spread.
1 The violet there iis sweets shall shed,
In humble guise,
And there the mountsn-csisy's head
! Shall duly rise.
While darkness reigns. should bigotry,
With boiling blood and Bonded knee,
Scatter the weeds OF infamy
O'er thy cold clay.
Those weeds, ct lights frst blush. shall be
Sooa swept away.
And when thy scorner are no mere,
The lonely glens. and sea beat shore.
Where thou hast croon'd thy Faneies Ger,
With soul eiate,
Oft shall the lard At eve explore,
And mourn tby fate,