Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-05-05
BRIGHT FANc1Es OF THE POETS.
tFoR TIE EVENING STAR.
Burns.

''The rank 10 but the guinea's stamp.
Tho mans the gold io5 = That"
"A mans . man for a that"
The honest man though Ger sac poor.
IL Hing OF men for q that!"
A harp-aeolian, finely strung
Swart plowman, def and strong
With genius, wit. and glowing heart,
That found their vent In song;
All Nature taught the peasant bard
Her wonders to declare,
His "Twa Dogs" uttered wise DISCOURSE
More wise " The Briggs of Ayr"
The glory in his own rapt soul,
Transflgured common things
His nut-brown maids, his rustic friends.
Were more than queens and kings -
He gave new language to the flowers,
That bloom near Bonnie DOOM"
The s0ngsters of the wood and field
He taught sweeter tune.
The warriors OF Bannockburn
He brought again in view,-
Led by the llon-hearted Bruce,
They fought that field anew.
In his dark eyes there glowed the flre
OF manliness and power,
Beneath whose glance the insolence
VI naughty rank did cover.
Glencairnl thy love for Robert Burns
And his warm love for thee
VIII live, enShrined In deathless song,
When Earls shall cease to be.
Ger Scottish peasants humble homes
sacred light he threw,
Revealing scenes that melt the heart
And dim the eyes with dew:
Homes. whence have sprung Old Scotia's sons
Who've wrough: her grand renown.
In every field where mind can win
Its right to guerdon-crown.
He read Gods word with sacred awe,
With trembling hopes and fears,
The record OF Gods love to man
OFT melted him to tears.
When griefs oppressed his tOiling friends.
And sadly waned the day,
His kindly words and genial wit
Charmed all those griers away.
"The wounded Hare,'' the Mouse forlorn,
Whose nest his plow did rend,
Saw only pity In his eye,-
Their champion and friend.
The wOndrOuS charms of Eden's Eve
Source OF mans earthly Bliss
From fairer worlds transplanted here,
To lend charm to this,
Burns found in Scotlands cottage no mes,
Beside the Ayr and Doom,
The thatched abOdeS OF modest worth,
Whence prayer rose OF abOon.
He glorihed that fairer half
OF our proud human race
BY painting, with surprising skill,
Their loneliness and grac e.
The rustling Of their dainty robes
Thrilled through his heart and mind,
AS 'twere the whir Of angels wings
Disporting on the wind.
More bonnie than 1.-THE red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in june"
More charming than 1.-THE melody,
That's sweetly played in tune"
Was the lassie OF the harvest field
Whose labOrs he did share,
Who sang for him In witchlng tones
Each dear Old Scottish air.
"Sweet sonsie lass" thy wlnsome grace
First klndled into flame
The sIumb'rlng genius OF the boy,
And waited it to fame.
In "wood notes wild his bonnie Jean
Begulled his griefs and cares
BY wedding his immortal songs
To Scotlands native airs.
Born to PEASANTS life OF toll,
And doomed to peasants fare,
On wings Of love he sent above
This prophesy and prayer.
Then let us pray that come it may
AS come it Will for a. that
"That sense and worth, DER a. the earth,
May bear the gree, and a. that,
For a. that, and a. that
Its coming yet for a. that,
That man to man, the warld DER,
Shall brothers be for a. that"
zESAs 9: ROBBINS.