The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1880-01-26
A. the Caledonian Society OF Richmond
IA going 10 celebrate this day (Mouday) we
rcpublish the following for their benefit;
On the Inauguration OF the Burns

On the EuaugurHtfou of she h""'
Monument ut KfImarnock,
AUGUST, 1870.
BY ALExASpEn ANDERSON hi,k eon. pun sun
| see projected through tune
| For htDl an audience fnfefminaDie-'
| IWan Whitman.
lilo. stand bare.brow' d with me e.day, no common
And lei The music in your hearts like thunder
We hymn name anne to which the heart Of Scotland
| The master singer OF US all, tDe piougbma"-hV-
| BERT BURNS.
How shall we greet such name that stands beacon
with smiles Of JOY and love, or bursts Of laughter
aud sweet ,earsy
Greet him with ALA BtIing need Tor MIN VINO cauie
And wove around our lowIy life the splenGors Of his
song. ~.
VIVA, toll was his but, know ye not, that ever In
The unseen heaven-sent messengers were walking
lie felt their Iciplng FIRE, and heard far whispers
While visions, ike the march Of kings, went surg.
Ing through MS soul.
Thou shalt not sing" they CRIED OF men low set
In soTdid life.
Nor Statesmen strutiing their brief hour In rancor
Nor the wi battle deld where death stalks red and
lie thicker than in harvest fields the sheaves or
shining grain.
Sing thou the thoughts that come to Thee to tighten
all Thy brow. .,,,.
Sing The sweet loves Of youth and maid, the streams
that GLIDE along. 80, It'll, A.,
And let the music oil the ARK iehp ish' "'Hi" '"'
song.
Sing thou Of Scotland Till she feels the rich blood nj
And rush along like mimic storms at all thy glorious
thousand years will come and pass, aud other
But stiG within her heart of hearts shall beat the
soul OF thee
He came. and on his lips lay FIRE that wing'd his
fervid song,
And scalhed ike lightning all that rose 10 walk be-
II. sung, and on the lowly cot beside the happy
stream ,--,-
Aud love grew sweeter at his touch, for full in him
there lay . ,
A mighty wealth OF melting tones, and all their
soft. sweet sway: , -
He shapec their rapture and delight for unto him
The rover TO wed TO burning words the sweetest
| gilt OF heaven.
o. blessing on this swartby seer, who gave us such
And sui Kept in his royal breast his royal soul in
Men l , with kndlIer looks on men, and iu far
HIS very name made brighter eyes and lrmer clasp
Of hands.
The poughman strobe behind his plough, and felt
glory ike a crown descend upon his peaceful ART
The hardy cotter, bare OF ann who wrestied WIN
Rose up his rugged height, and blessed the kingly
guild Of toll.
And sun.brown'd msidens IN the field among the
swayIng corn. &C.,,
Their pulses beating with the soit delight oil 'ofe
Felt hi, warm music thrill their hearts, and ow to
As If The spirit of him who sang was throbbing on
their lps
What gift wa this of lis TO hold his cOunrys che
rIsh'd Tyre.
And strite. win glowing eye, The chords of pas
siOn's Lurc Il fire; -
Say, VINO can guess what light was shed upon his
upurn'd brow,
When iB Tie glory OF his yOulh he waikiki Dehlhu
the plOdghF
What visions eirt with glorious things, what wills
pers IF far fame,
That from the sinai OF his dreams Ike radint Angels
came:
What potent spells that held him bound or swim,
aud keen, aud strong.
Lifted to mighty heights Of thought this peasant
king OF song!
Hush, think not of that time when Fame her rain
tow cOlOis spread,
When IN the city, mid the glare of fashions Turing
light,
lie mo,ed-,he within OF those that wished to see the
novel sight.
OH heavens aud this all they sought 10 please
moments pride,
Nor cared to know FOR one short hour this grand
But shook Inn OH with dainty touch of we'll gloved
oh, would 10 God that all his life had been behind
the plough
And dare We hint that after this bitter canker
That All his aspirations sunk, aud took paler hue
That dark and darker grew the gloom ill III the
The Struggling giant in his youth hcart-wearied laid
MIN down!
What were his sad earth thoughts in that last hour
All who can tell,
When by The column OF bis song our laurelFd Cesar
We ask but questions of the sphinx; we only know
thai death
IJnclasped his singing robe. in tears, but left
lOuchd The wreath.
Thou carper: well we know at times he sung in
wilder mirih,
Till the rapt angel Of his song had one wing on the
But eanst thou wild volcanoes tame to bech their
hidden fire,
Without one slain or darker red TO shame It's glow
Ing pyreI
Back to thy native herd, aud spend thy it'll, shrunk
And if thou sting-for sting thou must-e; ii be
common clay;
There i've, nor step acro5, this pale, but cave the
TO Judge how tar this soul has dimm'd the splen-
doris IL has given.
For us who lock with other eyes he stands in Other
light,
great one stumbling on with hands outs,retched to
al! the right.
Who, though his heart had shrunk beneath the doom
that withers AL.
still wove a GOLDEN thread OF song to stretch from
cot 10 hail.
And up the nuted columns swept great storms Of
throbbins praise,
SO we TO ALL as Ia our heart this day with tender
Upresr the marble shape Of him. the Memnon Of our |
land.
And Sweeter sound. are ours than those which from
that statue came,
When the red cher In the East smOte IL with |
We hear those melodies that made glory crown |
youth
And woye lrour the siaider man their spells of love
and truth.
10 take the prophets reach Of sight, and pass be-
yOnd the gloom,
Where thousands OF our coming kind In thronging |
They, too, will come as WE this hour with passionate
And place upon those white, mute lips, the grand |
great songs he sung.
Ilo then, stand bare Of brow with me, no common
name VT sing,
And let The music in your hearts like thunder
We hymn name to which The heart of Scotland
ever turns,
The master singer OF us all our plOuShman-EO-
BERT BURNS!
STOCK BROKERS', &c.