The Ogden standard. [volume] (Ogden City, Utah) 1902-1910, 1910-01-26

as much liberty With the rich Croe-
sus as with the wretched Lazarus.
And SO the great poet walked the
stage of activity, and, remembering
this In all its tremendous force, he
wonders why the man higher up Is
entitled to pull faces at the man lower
down, since both arc seeking a com.
mon level in the grave.
Everything capable OF feeling pain.
mental or physical. appealed always
TO the tender conscience of Robert
Burns, whether man or brute. His
soul was in sympathy with all Gods
creatures OF field or air, and his COM
passion WAS kindled for them in any
HELPLESS extremity, and his resent.
ment was aroused against those who
wantonly Inflicted pain Hear him
In his expressions OF regret when
quite by accident he turned a mouse
mp in her nest while plowing in No
yember:
Wee, sleekit, cow'ring, tim 'rous beas.
tie,
o, what panIc's In thy breastIe:
Thou need nae start away sac haste,
WI. pickering brattle,
wad be laith to rim an chase thee,
WI numbering pattle."
His finely wrought temperament
was in harmony with all the beautiful
and grand manifestations OF the uni
verse, and was exalted by their COM
panioDship. His heart Swelled with
emotion as he looked on the majestic
mountains OF his native Scotland that
he glorif1ed in all he wrote, and whose
presence he felt and loved, even as a
boy loves laughing girl He loved
the flowers that mottled the fields and
spsngled the valleys and the hills
the flowers, Gods little children of
the springtime Listen to his pathetic
sorrow for the torn daisy cut 10y the
coulter of his plow;
Wee. modest, crimson. topped now'r,
Thoust met me In an evil hour:
For I maun crush amang the stour
Thy slender stem:
To spare thee now is past my power,
Thou bonnie gem.
Alasi It's no thy neebor sweet,
The bonnie Lark. companion meet
Bending thee 'mang the dewy wcct;
WI spreckled breast
When upward springing. blythe to
greet
The purpling east
Cauld blew the bitter-bltIng north
Upon thy early, humble birth.
Yet cheerfully thou glInted forth
Amid the storm,
Scarce reared above the parent earth
Thy tender form"
But. though this Is an enchanted
field through which you and | are row
ing tonight, time Will not permit
us 10 stop and gather every beautiful
flower that grows in the way.
His hatred for wanton and uselessly
inflicted pain was intense and he SO
impressed the world with its wrong
fulness that more than a century af
ter his death the seed he sowed Is
year after year yielding an ever In
creasing harvest With all the fiery
zeal OF his Impassoned soul he hated
the author of cnpriciouS and needless
cruelty. and he had the courage to say
so Hear his seething !nvective ON
Seeing Wounded Hare Limp by
Which a Fellow Had Just Shot at:
'1nhuman man, Curse on thy barb
rous are,
And blasted by thy murder-aiming
eye.
May never pity soothe thee with
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel
! heart,
/ Go live. poor wanderer of the wood
and field.
I The bitter little that Of life remains:
No more the thickeulng brakes and
verdant plains,
To thee shall home, OF food, or pas
! time Yield.
Seek. mangled wretch. some place Of
wonted rest.
No more OF rest, but now thy dying
bed:
: The shelterng rushes whistling DER
thy head.
The cold earth with thy bloody bosom
prest-
Oft as by winding Nth, I. musing.
wait
The sober owe, OF hail the cheerful
dawn.
Ill miss thee sporting DER the dewy
lawn.
And curse the ruftsn's. and mourn
thy haplcss fate,
But let us leave this somber scene
OF painful prospect and hasten TO the
hcathery hills where the sun Is shin
Inc. Here we first encounter Our
Sweet Highland Mary" eNhaling the
breath of the dewy morning and eyes
beamIng with the light OF the stars
We love her becanse Burns loved her
and all the world loves lover. An
other rare and beautiful flower We
pause TO admire in Scotia's aromatic
garden Is the "Cotters Saturday
Night" and who can read it without
a thrill of pleasure at the contempla
ton OF such home. MaSterful are
the children that spring from such en-
vironment. indeed. such living pic
turcs are the enduring pride, and mai
esty, and glory OF any country, and
only on such substantial subStruc
ture can any nation long endure.
From scenes like these old Scotia
grandeur springs
That makes her loved at home
reyered abroad,
Princes and lords are but the breath
of kings,
AN honest mans the noblest work
of God
And certain, In fair virtues heavenly
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