Los Angeles herald., 1910-02-22
wAsH1NGToNs BIRTHDAY


American leader and the true nature
of the cause he represented were rec
ognized by the Scottish Radicals. Many
messages of sympathy and many con-
tributions of money vera sent from
Scotland to the American colonies, and
the attitude of popular" Scotland to
officialdom in Scotland and England is
depicted in Burns lines.
Burns was governmentally suspected
of Radicalism and of sympathy with
the Americans. That he was watched
by spies is apparent from one of his
letters. in which he declares he is
willing to write for the American
honor, after your character of him,
cannot doubt. will give me address safe
from spies, L will now and then send
him any bagatelle that may write"
In the closing lines Burns intimates
plainly that but for the bargain with
England" which tied Scotland up and
"palsied" her arm, his country would
not have been contented with odes
contributions and demonstrations, !"
but would have given more active aid
to the cause OF liberty
over and over again a fragment of
Burns washington ode has been pub
lished, as if it were the entire compo-
sition. The following is a COMPLETE
copy Of the first washington Birthday
Ode:
No Spartan Attic she'll
No Tyre Aeonan I awake;
'Tis L1BERTY's bold note I swell,
Thy harp. COLUMBIA let me take.
See gathering thousands while I sing.
A broken chain exultng bring
And dash it in a tyrant's face.
And dare him to his very beard.
And tell him he no more is feai'd-
No more the despot of Columbia's race.
tyrants proudest insults braved.
They shout. a people freed. They hail an
Empire saved.
Where is mans Eod-like form?
Where is that brow erect and bold =
That eye that can unmoved behold
The widest rage. the loudest storm
That e'er created fury dared to raise?
ANauut, lnOu CdlIlIIt SeTNl4es DdSe,
That tremblest at a despots nod.
Yet, crouching under the iron rod.
Canst laud the arm that struck the in
sulting blow.
Art thou of mans imperial line?
Dost boast that countenance divine?
Each skulking feature answers, No.
BUT COME. YE SONS OF LIBERTY.
CoLUMBIA's OFFSPRING, BRAVE AS
FREE,
IN DANGERS HOUR STILL FLAMING
IN THE VAN.
YE KNOW. AND DARE MAINTAIN.
THE ROYALTY OF MAN.
Alfred. thy starry throne.
Surrounded by the tuneful choir
The bards that erst have struck the patriot
Tyre,
And reused the fres-born Briton's soul
OF fire.
No more thy England own.
Dare injured nations form the great de-
sign
To make detested tyrants bleed?
Thy England execratas the glorious deed.
Beneath her hostile banners waving
Every pang Of honor Drawing.
England in thunder calls, "The tyrant's
cause is mine"
That hour accurst. how did the hends re-
joice,
And hell. through all her confines. raise
the exulting voice
That hour which saw the generous English
name
Linkt with such damned deeds of ever
lasting shame.
Thee. Caledonia, thy wild heaths among.
Famed for the martial deed, the heaven
taught song.
To thee I turn with swimming eyes;
Where Is that soul OF freedom fled?
Immingled with the mighty dead.
Beneath that haliowed turf where Wal
lace lies?
Hear It not, Wallace, in thy bed of death.
Ye babbling winds. in silence sweep,
Disturb not ye the hero's sleep
Nor give the coward-sec breath!
Is this the ancient Caledonian form,
Firm as her rock, resstless as her storm
Show me that eye which shot immortal
hate.
Blasting the despots proudest bearing;
Show me that arm which. nerved with
laundering fate,
Crushed usurpation's boldest daring?
-quenched as yonder sinking star,
No more that glance lightens afar,
That palsied more whlrls on the