The Portsmouth inquirer. [volume] (Portsmouth, O. [Ohio]) 1849-1855, 1850-11-25
Chr. Alnsfs.
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To Burns Highland Mary.

0 lovedby him whom Scotland loves,
Long loved, and honored duly
By all who love the bard that sang ..i-
SO sweetly and so trulyl
In cultured dales his song. prevails, 'tq
Thrills DER the eagles aery-- ,ss5..t
All ! who that strain has caught, nor sighe
For crBurns' "Highland Mary2 ga
His golden hours of youth were thine
Those hours whose flight is fleetest; acl
VI all his songs 10 thee he gave 81 4o,
The freshest and the sweetest.
Ere ripe the fruit, one branch he brake,
AL! rich with bloom and blossom; o@
And shook its dews, its incense shook, i
Around, thy brow and bosom.
And when his Spring, alas, how soon!
Had been by care subverted,
His summer, like god repulsed, 4.
Had from his gates departed; IN.
Beneath the evening star, once more,
Star of his morn and even t
To thee his suppliant hands he spread,
And hailed his love sin heaven"
In him there burned that passionate glow,
Which gives its hue to every flower, -.
To every fruit its flavor.
Nor less the kindred power he felt.
That love of all things human,
Whereof the fiery center is
The love man bears to woman.
He sang the dignity of man,
Sang woman's grace and goodness;
Passed by the worlds half truths, her lies
Pierced thro' with lance-like shrewdness
Upon life's broad highways he stood,
ndaped not Greek nor Roman;
But snatched from heaven Promethean fir
To glorify things common. .5
He sang Of youth, he sang of age,
Their joys, their griefs, their labors;
Felt with, not for, the people; hailed
All SCotland's sons his neighbors;
And therefore all repeat his verse
Hot youth, or graybeard steady,
The boatmen on Loeb Etiye's wave,
The shepherd ON Ben Lodi. M
He sang from love Of song; his name
Dunedins cliff resounded--
He lett her faithful TO fame
On truth and nature founded.
He sought true fame, not loud acclaim;
Himself and time he trusted; .-.,
For laurels cracking in the fame
His fine ear never lusted. A'j W
He loved, and reason had to love, '' -
The illustrious land that bore him; zoe
Where'er he went, like heavens broad tent
A star-bright Past hung DER him.
Each isle had fenced saint recluse, ''
Each tower ahero dying; a na
Down every mountain gorge had rolled
The flood OF foemen flying.
Honor to Scotland and to Burns! aig
In him she stands collected. 8T
A thousand streams one river make
Thus genius heaven-directed,
Conjoins all separate veins Of power
In one geat soul creation; s,.ge
And blends million men to make
The Poet OF the nation. r
Honor to Burns and her who first ia
Let loose the abounding river
or music from the Poets heart,
Borne through all lands forever q, =
Il l1OW IuuCu tOHCI utuHhluu liuo OWCu ~
OF songs selected treasures qs
Unsweetened by her kiss, his lips
Had sung far other measures.
Be green for aye, green bank and brae 3!
Around Mon;gomery's Castle ts.,.7.,
Blow there, We earliest flowers and there
Ye sweetest song birds, nestle! 'se' 2
For there was ta'en that last farewell; 1881
| In hope, indulged how blindly; s4l
And there was given that long last gaze
"That dwelt" on him "sae kindly.
No word of thine recorded stands ;.G :.
| Few words that hour were spoken;
Two Bibles there were interchanged, ~
| And some slight love- gifts broken.
And there thy cold fain. hands he presse,
Thy head by dew drops misted; 8,sl
And kisses, ill-resisted first, ,..,
Atlast were unresisted.
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