The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1866-10-31
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Nor BIZ BuRxs.-The following exquisitj
poem was handed to us BY friend. Its his
tory is this: A spiritual medium vas askes
If she had ever had any communication from
Robt. Burma. She replied, "No," but sooi
after wrote this poem. Whether this il cor
rect or not, the beauty Of the poem, aud i'd
similarity to many of Burns inimitabls pro
ductions, will be apparent to the admirers O
Scotia's world-renowned poet:
Fair ladie, that come to you,
A stranger bard, fu weel ken,
Forge know nought of me, save through
The lays I've poured through Scotia's glen.
But when speak Of gliding, Ayr,
o. hawthorn shades and fragrant ferns,
o. Boon and Highland Mary fair,
Mayhap ye1l think o. Robert Burns.
Am that lad, and Why I'm here,
Ihsarl the guild dame when shs said
She'd know. in Joyous spirit spheres,
IfBurns was wi his Mary we'd.
Isought to tell her o. our joy,
Ma muckls impress could make;
And, ladie, have flown to see
nye'd my message to her take:
Tell her that when passed from earth,
Ny Angel Lassie crowned vi flowers.
Met me wi her lit glowing touch,
And led me to the nuptial bowers.
That all we'd dreamed @ welded bliss,
Andmore was melted to US here;
And sweetsr was my deerie's kis,
Than On the fowery banks O. Ayr.
And where celestial fountains played,
And rosebuds burst, and seraphs cong,
And myrtle turned our couch to the shade
clasped the love I'd mourned 30 long.
And then BY angel harps were played,
The bonuis bridal ssrensds;
Though no gowned Priest the krkrits said.
Burns was wi Highland Mary we'd.
There's NO destroying death frost hsrs;
To nip the hope buds ere they're blown;
The bridal tune is through the spheres,
Eternity the honey moon.
And now. my ladie, II yen bear
These words. unto the anxious dame,
think can ~ zoe reward,
Yen ne'er be sorry that came.
The account of the writing Of this poem.
oven above, is by the friend who bands it TO
IL. With the highest regard for the spirits,
We deliberately declare our skepticism in tie
natter Of authorship. 1t is well establisbe ID
hat the very finest Of our literary men make
! most miserable failure in continuing their
literary efforts under Andrew jackson Davis
supervision, and that OF his associates in the
of inter celes,ial intelligence.
1indiey Murray violates rules of Syntax with.
nut conjunction, and Webster, he Of the
dictionary, spells in utter defiance Of all the
ules he promulgates in the flesh, and uses
lords without the remotest idea Of their lust
lsnihcation. Henry Clay perpetrates the
oarsest of doggerel, and Edward Everett
ses very singular verbs after very plural
ouns. Shakespeare, As spiritually trans
lifted, reaches the poetic attainments ofa
liss OF twelve years, and Milton has lost the
aradise of endurAble bank verse. Burma,
nder this management, would have been 80
'rribly mangled that his .sain'i Highland
larry would not know him.
Its pleasant conceit; that any strains
orthy oftbe dead Burns must have inspirs-
on of heaven in them, quickening them into
oetic life and rhymthm,c beauty. But Ill
Eperience IN modern spiritual literature soss
show that measures coming from thas
urce are excessively lame. Only the earth
I'm can walk we'll, so that you and We will
we only such in company. A "meejum''
dn't perpetrats the above poem.