Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1898-01-25

Born January 25, 1850
Dark lowered the COON DER Scotia's hills
Her glades and stubborn SOIL
And not hope Of brighter days
Cheered her worn sons Of toll
When 10! into their clay built cots
Astounding tidings came;
pleasant lad, their Robby Burns,
Had Won poets fame.
Nature had taught the rustic-bard
The worth beyond compare
OF Scottish scenes and godly homes,
By Devon, Doom, and Ayr
glory in the plowman's soul
TRANSPORTED common things;
His nut-brown maids, his rustic friends
Surpassed all queens and kings
He gave new language to the flowers
That bloom near bonny Doom,
The songsters Of the wood and field
He taught a sweeter tune.
The magic of his daring muse
Changed Alloway's ruined kirk
To dancing hail. where aud Nick's crew
Displayed their masters work.
Scotlani's last hope at Bannockburn-
Bruce and his fearless band
Burns rapt soul saw their deadly charge
For God and native land.
He saw them rout proud Edwards host
'Gafnst odds of one to three,
And saved for all the coming years
Their dear-bought liberty.
If rank saw in the peasants garb
Only a human clod,
Burns dared proclaim the honest man
The noblest work of God.
The fine gold, known DER all the earth,
Unstamped by king or queen,
The stamp that can value give
To aught that's base or mean
In his dark eyes there glowed the fire
OF manliness and power,
Beneath whose glance the insolence
OF naughty rank did cover.
Glencairn, thy love for Robert Burns,
And his warm love for thee,
Will live, enshrined in deathless SON
When earls shall cease to be-
The lights and shades of joy and woe,
That thrill the human heart,
Burns painted in the glowing words
OF noblest lyric art.
Ger Scottish peasants humble homes,
A sacred light he threw,
Revealing scenes that melt the heart
And dim the eyes with dew
Homes, whence have sprung Old Scotia's sous,
Whove won he- grand renown,
In every field where mind can win
It's right to victor's crown.
Scots who have fought for Britain's veal
In wars stern rank and file
And guarded as with wall Of fire,
Old Albions seagirt isle.
The hOme-joys brought by Eden's Eve
Glad source of earthly bliss
From farer worlds transplanted here
To lend charm to this.
Burns found in Scotland's cotters' homes.
Beside the Ayr and Doom
The matched abodes of modest worth
Whence prayer rose oft aboon.
He glorifed the fairer half
OF our half angel race,
BY painting with SURPRISING skill
Their loveliness and grace.
The rustling of their dainty robes
Thrilled through his heart and mind,
As 'twere the whirr of angels wings,
DisportiIg on the wind.
Mere bonnie than the red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June
More charming than ''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 witchins tones
Each dear old Scottish air.
Sweet Sonsie lass, thy winsome gracS
First kindled into fame
The slumbering genius of the boy,
And waited it to fame.
Burns ruled his home with gentlenesA
With love and wisdom rare;
Companion in his chldrens tasks,
Their good his constant care.
Frugal and just with his small means
Through all his life's brief span,
He ne'er became a ebtorslave,
But lived an honest man.
And than this; though scant Of gear
From his hard, drudging life,
He ever made a happy home
For his loved weans and wife.
He ever felt for others woes
Those who did neer complain
And never stained his manly soul
With sordid love of gain.
He read Gods Word with sacred awe,
With trembling hopes and fears;
The record of his Savior's love
Oft melted him to tears
In wood notes wild his bonnie Jean
Beguiled his griefs and cares
By wedding his immortal songs
To Scotland's native airs.
When griefs oppressed his toiling friends,
And sadly waned the day,
His kindly words and genial wit
Charmed all those griefs away.
The wounded hare the mouse forlon,
Whose nest his pillow did rend,
Saw only pity in his eye,
Their champion and friend.
ENVOY.
o, Thou who giveth lib'rally,
And who upbraideth not;
Thou who didst spare the erring one,
Though stained by many a blot;
Great Advocate and Judge Of men,
In thy bright realms above,
We know Thou'lt rightly Judge the man
Whose heart o'erdowed with love.
-ZENAS @. ROBBINS.
Burglars Make a Haul.
Burglars visited the house of Mr.. q. n
Jensen, No. SO2 Rhode Island avenue, BIZ
tween and o'clock yesterday Afternoon