The Ward County independent. [volume] (Minot, Ward County, N.D.) 1902-1965, 1911-02-02

favourable, and his genius was at
once recognized. His studtous hab-
its, the gentleness and wisdom Of his
converse, and his filial reverence and
brotherly Attachments were themes
of admiration everywhere. ? Above
al the fascination of his tongue, for
high and low, was the wonder 1of the
surrounding country. and circum-
stances. AMIDST increddble. are on
record of its power, ludicrous or pa
thetic, alternately to convulse or melt
al hearers. He was ploughman In
the field, he was teacher In the cot
tage, he was man of the world abroad
In smile bewitching. in crack and
story telfin' owre a." he was the Won
der and delight of society every
where His words of burning elo-
quence secured for him an undisput-
ed triumph.
Burns hated oppression dishonesty
and hypocrisy. He was lover Of hu-
mainly and fought for the independ-
ence and dignity Of humanity, and had
too large a heart for such limited
ideas as to exclude any class. He is
claimed by the intelligent world as
the benefactor of the human race and
for bravery, dignity and nobleness OF
character, few in the history of the
human race approached nearer to the
true majesty of manhood than Robert
Burns.
The tourist who crosses the Allan
tc and enjoys sail down the Clyde
to the auld toon O. Ayr" Burns
birthplace, i'm regard to which ne
royalty sang:
1.-THE toon-nae ither toon surpasses.
For honest men and bonnie lassies!"
is another experience Of real pleas
ure and interest to the traveller. On
the one hand, the beautiful Ayrshire
coast, on the other the romantic
"Kyles of Butte" with the fairy isl
ands of Cumbrae and Arran-like
emerald gems in golden setting: -
Whose SUBMITS kiss the f1eeting
clouds,
And lend their shadows to the sea-"
As you approach the pier of Ayr,
the memory of Burns and his songs
seem to affect your senses, like rich
old wine, so as to make you sing,
reverently, almost under your breath:
Ye Banks an braes O bonnie Doom,
How can ye bloom sac fresh an fair
Aye! how can ye bloom sac fresh
an fair, when We know that Robert
Burns is dead these hundred years :?
But, no! answers back the echoes of
Aud Alloway kirk-yard, with its
weird and hallowed memories Of
witch and warlock! No! Robert
Burns still lives, and shall live for all
time, in the hearts and lives Of free
dom-loving humanity-for his songs
were made for the good and true Of
Christendom, and are fresher today
than when they first dropped from
the trembling lips and the throbbing
heart of one of Natures noblemen;
though in the garb of humble but
soul-lit tiller Of the soil.
Born 25th JAM, 1759-Died 21st
July, 1896. (Age 81 years.
Almost six score years since Burns
died,
And hundreds more may roll,
Still shall he be Aud Scotia's pride,
High on her honored scroll;
His songs have won the human heart
Wherever shines the sun
Great High Priest Of poetic art,
Thy work was nobly done!
They say that thou art dead-not
True poets never die!
For on and on their measures how,
As boundless as the sky!
Glad songs Of Hope, and Love. and
Truth. ~ @->,s'
Shall never know decay
Burns lives in an eternal: youth,
While empires pass away.
His songs of Hope have cheefd the
slave " a'"
On many a dark domain,
Glad echoes roll from wave to wave,
And bid them break their chain!
MANS inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands
mo,lrn!"
Burns taught the Brotherhood Oh
Man,
The tyrant laughed to scorn!
His songs of love are sung today
On every foreign shore,
And shall with human hearts hold
sway, .#.
Till time shall be no more!
Their dove notes mild can soothe a
child,
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