Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-01-26

Who hnoucS or cdrcSp For on that morning,
when Tam o'Shantcr, tcthout earning,
came goriouSly dotUH to earth,
The rrcr, singing at his birth,
Wore on its face a mystic light;
For in that moment reached its height
The lyric FIRE, the dying flare
From out the heart of Burns Of Ayrl
o! little Nth! o! happy riuer,
lOW shall not lose that gicdpt forever:
Your 1c0rcS lrhatcUer moods betide them,
shall sing Of him lrho icnlked beside them
And from his great heart tcore a story
lhut tcaS the crOlCH upon his glory.
And on that morning ichen he came
win fremsied enc and check ufdme
TO feast his SoWI upon the food
That poets find IN solitude,
what ncdS the charm you held him acith,
o! hclplW Wtle rrcr NTH?
An, tccH hROiC the icdy UoW did itI
I Shdll not mHCc gloss the credit,
But, Guditing the dim dcdd past
SHAH here set do,cn your score at last.
TO you, that morning CFho shall care
II skies ADORE 1cerc dun or tdir?J
The poet seeking comfort brought
His fecund fancy. biz 1cith thought.
Beside yOUr bonnie banks he 1calked,
And erer as he tcout he talked
The quaint. bHthe things that Hrongcd his
brain
And conned them DER and Ger again;
And presently the liquid laughter
OF pleasant icatcrS gurglcd after,
And, as roce by harp attended,
with borrowed beauty qrocS more splendid,
SO 1cdrcd the poets budding song
Where light your rippIcS Icaped along.
You smiled and danced and made your n1ca-
SWrcS
TO match his song Of alc-hoWsc pleasures,
Where Tam and CroneS came to mingIe
Beside their comfortable HgIe;
But when the "rcamring Stcdts" came thicker
And Robins tongue, that sang of liquor,
GrClC orcrloHd and fuH of ycarning
No doubt yom set your rapids churning,
TO dralr his thoughts from of the "nappy'
AND keep him singing. bHthe and huppU
Ihen, 1chen he pushed those joys aside
And sailed forth lCith Tam to ride,
(For toeH you kno,0 that Tam oShanter
Was not alone upon that cdHtcr)
HOlc lcell again his mood lcaS tclIolCed!
Among your rocks The hUnder beHotUed.
Your spray upon the light brccac passed
For "rottHn sholcerS upon The blast;
You made the "Doon pour all hiI tioodS,"
The "doubin0 storm roar through the
tUoodS";
And Somewhere in yOur ShddolCS lurE
The dancers in the ruined kirk,
But l0hen that dance 0relO tOih and furious
And Tam, lCith iCutching, much too curious;
And Robin prdttling of the "quedns,
4 plump and Strdpping in their teens"
Seemed bent on lingering OTerlOng,
like to think that then the song
In all yoUr ripping you shHed,
As by the breath of eoiHter chilled,
That Robin, in the pause. might hear
His bonnie Jean" and children near;
And drato his thoughts from "surks O.
flannel"
And back into the proper channel
Then loiH your song and liquid laughter
You rose again to tolloU after,
with o! lchat sympathetic feeling,
Where faithful Meg, the mare, goes reeIing
Across the bridge that spans the flood,
BIZ all the 0hostU creuO pursued,
And carries of her master, hale,
But leareS behind her olUn grey tail
And lchen the dap 1oas done you knet0
The poets erdItdtiOn, too;
'Ttcds yours at fall of dusk to share
And through the night, happy stream!
you l1ere music IN his dream.
There, nlusiHg by some mossy stone,
Perhaps, ah, yes you must haze knotUn
That though again upon your shore
The poet suH tUould 10aIb, no more
Would Time bring round 10 you the bliss
OF amp day to match a0ith this
The rery cGp-sheat on the past,
The greatest labor and the last
Oh! in the fire Of that one day
HOG mGRU years lCeTe burned GtCdVH
Aud In the torrents Of his tears
Were lost holC nrdny unborn UearsR
For this man took lbe's cup and laughed
And strOUe to drdiH 1t at a draWOht.
What tragedy IN this plirth.
o! riUer, singing at its birthY
What holocaust lCas in the light
With l1hich your morning face l0ds brtghtP |
o! little Nithi o! happy rtUer,
You shall not lose that CLEAN forever
Your teaUeS. tchGteUeT moods betide them,
shall sing Of him lVho l0aleed beside them