The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1859-03-03
ODE on THE CENTENARY OF BURNS.

We hail this morn,
A centurys noblest birth;
A poet peasant. born,
Who moro Of fame's immortal dover
Unto his country brings,
Than ell her Kings!
As lamps high set
Upon some earthly sminehce,-
And to the gazer brighter thence
Than the sphere.lights they aout,
Dwindle in distance and die out,
While no star waneth yet;
So through the psst's far.reAching night,
Only the star-sous keep their light.
A gentle boy
With moods OF sadness and Of mirth,
Quick tears aad sudden joy
Grew up beside the peasants hearth.
His fathers toll he shares;
But half his mothers cares
From his dark searching eyes,
Too swift 10 sympathlze,
Hid in her heart she bears.
Al early morn,
His father calls him to the field;
Through the stiff soil that clogs his feet,
Chill rain, and harvest heat,
He plods all day; returns at eve outworn,
To the rade fare peasants lot doth yield -
To what else was he born!
The God made King
vi bNiuk tutuS tohl
For his Rrest heart in love could hold them
The dumb eyes meeting his by hearth and
Gifted to understand = (stall.
Knew il and sought his hand;
And the most timorous creature had not fed
Could she his heart have read,
Which fsin all feeble things had blessed and
sheltered.
To Natures feast,
Who knew her nobest guest
And entertained him BEST
KinRly he came. Her chambers Of the east
She drap d with crimson and with gold,
Aud pour'd her pure-joy wines
For him the poet soul'd,
For him her anthem rolId,
From the STERN wind among the winter pines,
Down to the slenderest note
or a love warble, from the linnet's throat.
But when begins
The array for battle. and the trumpet blows,
A King must leave the feast and lesd the tight,
And with its mortal foes,--
Grim gathering hosts Of sorrows and OF SINS
Each human soul must close.
And fame her trumpet blew
Before him wrspp'd him 10 her purple state :;
And made him mark for all the shafts OF fate,
That henosforth round him hew.
Though he may yield
Hard pressed and wounded fail
Forsaken on the field;
His regal vestments soil
His crown OF half its jewels spoWd;
lie IA King for all.
Had he but stood aloof!
Had he arrayed himself in armor proof
Against temptations darts. wise,
So yearn the good so those the world calls
With vain presumptuous hearts.
Triumphant, moralise,
or martyr woe
A sacred shadow on his memory rests
Tears have not ceased to flow
Indignant grief yet stirs impeiuous breasts,
Te think-above that noble soul brought
TAa, wise and soaring spirit, fooled, en.lav'd- -
Thus, thus, he had been saved
II nigh, not be
That heart o harmony
Had been too rgdeiy rent wound,
I.s silver chords. which any hand could
BY no hand could be tarnd,
Save by the Maker Of the instrument,
fts every .,rjng who knew withdrew.
And from proiAnins touch his heavenly gin
Regr.tfal love
HIS country faa woaid prove,
By grateful honors lavish d on his grave;
Would fain redeem her fame
Tha, He 40 little al her hand. can claim
Who unrewarded gave Tame.
To her bis li'e-bought zh Of song and
The Land he trod
Hath nov become place OF pilgrimage
Where desrer are the daisies Of the sod
That could his so-g engage.
The koAry haxthOrn, wreath d:
Above the bank on which bis limb. be Sang
whils some s~ee. plant he bresth'd;
Tie streams he wander j near tsung -
The maidsas whom h. l0ys the songs be
AL, al are dear
The arch bloc eyes
Arch bat iof loves tIsgsiss,-
OfSeotana. dAnghtsrs, sofisn At his strain
Her hardy sons ssnt forth across the main
To drys the pioas hsasrs through earth .
virgin soiis,
Lighisn With Il Their tois, Tongue
And .,,erlands have sa'.si - love the
In which sach sohss ~ s1as
Yor doth not song
t. tho skole word belong
\. IL DOT gwen wherever tears :An fall,
Wherever ksart. an nelL or tlashss gies,
or nytA ssd sasn-s. 'ainsis .. they Gov
A heritage 10 ALL