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Title: A Day with the Poet Burns
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Robert Burns
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<h1>A DAY WITH<br /><br />
THE POET BURNS</h1>
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<h4>LONDON</h4>
<h4>HODDER & STOUGHTON</h4>
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<tr><td align="left"><i>Longfellow.</i></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><i>Tennyson.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left"><i>Browning.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><small>As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><small><span class="ind2">So deep in luve am I:</span></small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><small>And I will love thee still, my dear,</small></td></tr>
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<h2>A DAY WITH BURNS.</h2>
<p class="noindent"><img class="left" src="images/dropt.jpg" height="100" alt="T" title="" />here are few figures which
appeal more picturesquely to the
imagination than that of the
ploughman-poet—swarthy, stalwart,
black-eyed,—striding along
the furrow in the grey of a
dreary dawn. Yet Burns was
far from being a mere uncultured peasant, nor
did he come of peasant stock. His forefathers
were small yeoman farmers, who had risked
themselves in the cause of the Young Pretender:
they had a certain amount of family pride
and family tradition. Robert Burns had been
educated in small schools, by various tutors, and
by his father, a man of considerable attainments.
He had acquired some French and Latin,
studied mensuration, and acquainted himself
with a good deal of poetry and many theological
and philosophical books.</p>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="2" summary="Illustration">
<tr>
<td align="center">
<a href="images/img006.jpg">
<img src="images/img006.jpg" height="400"
alt="BURNS'S HOME." /></a>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="center">
<span class="caption">Click to <a href="images/img006.jpg">ENLARGE</a></span>
</td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td align="left">
<small><i>Painting by E. W. Haslehust.</i></small></td></tr>
<tr><th align="center" valign="top"><small>THE HOME OF BURNS.</small></th></tr>
</table>
<table class="sm" border="0" style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>The man in hodden grey and rough top boots who<br />
might be seen going out on dusky mornings from his<br />
little farmstead of Ellisland near Dumfries.</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<p>So that the man who may be seen going
out this dusky morning from his little farmstead
of Ellisland near Dumfries—the dark and
taciturn man in hodden grey and rough top
boots—is not precisely a son of the soil. He is
a hard worker in the field by dint of necessity,
but his strenuous and impetuous mind is set
upon other thoughts than the plough, as he
drives his share along the Nithsdale uplands. It
is exactly the season of the year that he delights
in. "There is scarcely any earthly object,"
he has written, "which gives me more—I do
not know if I should call it pleasure, but something
that exalts me, something that enraptures
me—than to walk in the sheltered side of a
wood or high plantation on a cloudy winter's
day, and hear the stormy wind howling among
the trees, or raving over the plains…. I
take a peculiar pleasure in the season of winter,
more than the rest of the year…. There is
something that raises the mind to a serious
sublimity, favourable to everything great and
noble." And there is also something secretly
akin to the poet's wild and passionate soul. For
this is not a happy man, but an embittered one,
and ready to "rail on Lady Fortune in good
set terms." He takes the storm-wind for an
interpreter:</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">'The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,'</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The joyless winter day,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Let others fear, to me more dear</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Than all the pride of May:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">My griefs it seems to join;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The leafless trees my fancy please,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Their fate resembles mine!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">These woes of mine fulfil,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Here firm I rest; they must be best,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Because they are <i>Thy</i> will!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Then all I want—O do Thou grant</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">This one request of mine!—</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Since to <i>enjoy</i> Thou dost deny,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Assist me to <i>resign</i>.</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>His brief meteoric reign of popularity in
Edinburgh is now at an end: from being a
popular idol of society, caressed and fêted,
he has been let to sink back into his native
obscurity. And, being poignantly proud,
he suffers accordingly. The consciousness of
genius burns within him, a flame that devours
rather than illumines: and he finds vent for his
bitterness, as he treads the clogging fallow, in
the immortal lines: <i>A Man's a Man for a' that</i>.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Is there for honest poverty</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">That hings his head, an' a' that;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The coward-slave—we pass him by,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">We dare be poor for a' that!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">For a' that, an' a' that,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Our toils obscure an' a' that,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">The rank is but the guinea's stamp,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">The Man's the gowd for a' that.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">What though on hamely fare we dine,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">A Man's a Man for a' that,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">For a' that, an' a' that,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Their tinsel show an' a' that;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Is king o' men for a' that;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A prince can mak a belted knight,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">A marquis, duke, an' a' that;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But an honest man's aboon his might,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Gude faith, he mauna fa' that!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">For a' that, an' a' that,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Their dignities an' a' that;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Are higher rank than a' that.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Then let us pray that come it may</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">(As come it will for a' that),</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Shall bear the gree an' a' that,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">For a' that, an' a' that;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">It's coming yet for a' that,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">That man to man, the world o'er,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Shall brothers be for a' that.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>Presently, however, the sweet influences of
the clear air, the pleasant smell of upturned
earth, the wholesome sight and sounds of
morning, soothe the poet's rugged spirit: he
becomes attuned to the calmer present, and
forgetful of the feverish past. Burns has
never been given to depicting the shows and
forms of nature for their own sake: he only
uses them as a stage for the setting of a central
human interest. In short, he "cares little,"
it has been said, "for the natural picturesqueness
in itself: the moral picturesqueness touches
him more nearly." And all sentient life is dear
to him—not human life alone. Hence, one
sees him wince and shrink, as his ploughshare
destroys the daisy.</p>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="2" summary="Illustration">
<tr>
<td align="center">
<a href="images/img012.jpg">
<img src="images/img012.jpg" height="400"
alt="THE MOUNTAIN DAISY." /></a>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="center">
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</td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td align="left">
<small><i>Painting by Dudley Hardy.</i></small></td></tr>
<tr><th align="right" valign="top"><small>THE MOUNTAIN DAISY.</small></th></tr>
</table>
<table class="sm" border="0" style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flower,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>Thou's met me in an evil hour,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>For I maun crush amang the stoure</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>Thy slender stem:</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>To spare thee now is past my power,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>Thou bonnie gem.</small></span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Wee, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thou'st met me in an evil hour;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For I maun crush amang the stoure</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Thy slender stem:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To spare thee now is past my pow'r,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Thou bonie gem.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The bonie lark, companion meet,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Wi' spreckl'd breast!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">When upward-springing, blithe, to greet</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The purpling east.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Cauld blew the bitter-biting north</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Upon thy early humble birth;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Amid the storm,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Thy tender form.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">There, in thy scanty mantle clad,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thou lifts thy unassuming head</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">In humble guise;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But now the share uptears thy bed,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And low thou lies!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That fate is thine—no distant date;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Full on thy bloom,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Shall be thy doom!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">(<i>To a Mountain Daisy.</i>)</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>Or he becomes thoughtful and abstracted
beyond his wont, after turning up a mouse's
nest with the plough; and sternly recalls his
"gaudsman" or ploughboy, who would kill the
little creature out of pure thoughtlessness. He
muses upon the irony of fate: and the world is
the richer for his musings.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">O, what a panic's in thy breastie!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thou need na start awa sae hasty,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Wi' bickerin brattle!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I wad be laith to run an' chase thee,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Wi' murderin' pattle!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">An' weary winter coming fast,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">An' cozie here, beneath the blast,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Thou thought to dwell—</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Till crash! the cruel coulter past</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Out thro' thy cell.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In proving foresight may be vain;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Gang aft agley,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">For promised joy!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">(<i>Lines to a Mouse.</i>)</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>But nothing is too trivial to evade this large
and universal sympathy of his. "Not long ago,
one morning, as I was out in the fields sowing
some grass seeds, I heard the burst of a shot
from a neighbouring plantation, and presently a
poor little wounded hare came crippling by me.
You will guess my indignation at the inhuman
fellow who could shoot a hare at this season,
when they all of them have young ones." It is
on record that he threatened to throw the
culprit—a neighbouring farmer's son—into the
Nith to reward his inhumanity.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The ploughing is finished for the day, but
the poet must now needs betake himself to those
official duties as an exciseman, which are
perhaps even less congenial to him than agricultural
pursuits. He has to cover some two
hundred miles' riding every week; he is forced
to earn a scanty living for himself and his
family, by incessant physical and mental work.
The iron has entered into his soul—here and
there it crops up in hard metallic outbursts:
though for the most part, he is unrivalled in
spontaneous gaiety of song. And old sorrows
come upon him as he rides alone…. He
considers the present time to be the happiest
of his life. He has an excellent wife, and
bonnie bairns: friends many and faithful:
comparative immunity from financial troubles: a
popularity such as no other Scottish poet has
attained; yet memories of the past remain,
which are never to be obliterated in oblivion.
And chief among these is the greatest sorrow
that has befallen him—the loss of his one true
love, his cherished Highland Mary.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Ye banks and braes and streams around</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The castle o' Montgomery!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Your waters never drumlie:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">There Simmer first unfald her robes,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And there the langest tarry;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For there I took the last Farewell</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">O' my sweet Highland Mary.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">How rich the hawthorn's blossom,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">As underneath their fragrant shade</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I clasp'd her to my bosom!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The golden Hours on angel wings,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Flew o'er me and my Dearie;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For dear to me, as light and life,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Was my sweet Highland Mary.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And clos'd for ay, the sparkling glance</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">That dwalt on me sae kindly!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And mouldering now in silent dust,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">That heart that lo'ed me dearly!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But still within my bosom's core</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Shall live my Highland Mary.</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>Burns has been an easy and inconstant
lover all his days: devoted, for the nonce, to
every girl he met. But Mary was on a pinnacle
apart—unequalled, irreplaceable; and still he is
continually dreaming of her—dreaming in
tender and melodious verse.</p>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="2" summary="Illustration">
<tr>
<td align="center">
<a href="images/img020.jpg">
<img src="images/img020.jpg" height="400"
alt="HIGHLAND MARY." /></a>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="center">
<span class="caption">Click to <a href="images/img020.jpg">ENLARGE</a></span>
</td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td align="left">
<small><i>Painting by Dudley Hardy.</i></small></td></tr>
<tr><th align="center" valign="top"><small>HIGHLAND MARY.</small><br />
</th></tr>
</table>
<table class="sm" border="0" style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left"><small>The golden Hours, on angel wings,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>Flew o'er me and my Dearie,</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>For dear to me as light and life</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>Was my sweet Highland Mary,</small></span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">That lov'st to greet the early morn,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Again thou usher'st in the day</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">My Mary from my soul was torn.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">O Mary! dear departed shade!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Where is thy place of blissful rest?</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That sacred hour can I forget,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Can I forget the hallow'd grove,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Where by the winding Ayr we met,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">To live one day of parting love!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Eternity will not efface</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Those records dear of transports past,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thy image at our last embrace,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Ah! little thought we 'twas our last!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">(<i>To Mary in Heaven.</i>)</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>But now, hard upon the scent of smugglers
across the Nithsdale moors, exchanging cheery
greetings with cottagers here and there, the
tramp of his horse's hoofs inspires him to a gayer
measure. The clouds, which have overhung
his mind all the forenoon, roll away: and his
mercurial spirit seizes any pleasure that the
moment may afford. The nearest to hand is the
ready ripple of rhythm in light short songs that
fairly bubble over with gaiety. For there is
nothing of the midnight oil about Robert Burns—his
poems come swiftly and spontaneously to
him, as naturally as music to a blackbird: they
have indeed the same quality as the carols of
birds—careless, happy, tuneful. Any casual
impression sets our poet singing: the mere
glance of a merry blue eye at a window, and
he is away on the praises of one immediately
present lassie, or of innumerable others absent.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left"><i>Chorus</i>:—Green grow the rashes, O;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Green grow the rashes, O;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">Are spent among the lasses, O.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">There's nought but care on ev'ry han',</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">In every hour that passes, O:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">What signifies the life o' man,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Green grow, etc.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The war'ly race may riches chase,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And riches still may fly them, O;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">An' tho' at last they catch them fast,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Green grow, etc.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But gie me a cannie hour at e'en</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">My arms about my dearie, O;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">An' war'ly cares, and war'ly men,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Green grow, etc.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Green grow, etc.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Her noblest work she classes, O:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Her prentice han' she try'd on man,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">An' then she made the lasses, O.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Green grow, etc.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>Sometimes a flower in the hedgerow opens
out to him a new and exquisite signification.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">My Luve is like a red red rose</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">That's newly sprung in June;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">My Luve is like the melodie</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">That's sweetly play'd in tune.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">As fair art thou, my bonie lass,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">So deep in luve am I;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And I will luve thee still, my Dear,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Till a' the seas gang dry.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">An' the rocks melt wi' the sun;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And I will luve thee still, my Dear,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">While the sands o' life shall run.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And fare-thee-weel awhile!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And I will come again, my Luve,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="2" summary="Illustration">
<tr>
<td align="center">
<a href="images/img028.jpg">
<img src="images/img028.jpg" height="400"
alt="O WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST." /></a>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="center">
<span class="caption">Click to <a href="images/img028.jpg">ENLARGE</a></span>
</td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td align="left">
<small><i>Painting by Dudley Hardy.</i></small></td></tr>
<tr><th align="center" valign="top"><small>O WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST.</small><br />
</th></tr>
</table>
<table class="sm" border="0" style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left"><small>O wert thou in the cauld blast,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>On yonder lea, on yonder lea;</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>My plaidie to the angry airt,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee;</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>Or did misfortune's bitter storms</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>Thy bield should be my bosom,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>To share it a', to share it a'.</small></span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<p>Or, as he meets the wind—still bleak,
though now it is midday,—a cold wind charged
with latent snow,—its chilly breaths are crystallized
into a very jewel of song.
</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left"></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">O wert thou in the cauld blast,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">On yonder lea, on yonder lea,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">My plaidie to the angry airt,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Or did Misfortune's bitter storms</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thy bield should be my bosom,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">To share it a', to share it a'.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Or were I in the wildest waste,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The desert were a Paradise,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">If thou wert there, if thou wert there;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Or were I Monarch o' the globe,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The brightest jewel in my crown</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Wad be my Queen, wad be my Queen.</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>Presently he turns his horse's head towards
Dumfries. It is market-day in the town, and
a score of friends give him clamorous welcome.
They may not fully appreciate Rob's mental
equipments, but they greet him as the best of
good companions: and in a little while he forms
the leading spirit of some excited group, discussing
matters social and political. For Burns
takes the keenest interest in current events:
and, though most of his poems may be of a
more ephemeral interest, he is capable, when
deeply stirred, of expressing himself with a stern
and lofty patriotism. It may be inspired by
the events of the present: it often is evoked by
glories of the past.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Welcome to your gory bed,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Or to Victorie!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Now's the day, and now's the hour;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">See the front o' battle lour;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">See approach proud Edward's power—</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Chains and Slaverie!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Wha will be a traitor knave?</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Wha can fill a coward's grave?</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Wha sae base as be a Slave?</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Let him turn and flee!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lay the proud Usurpers low!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Tyrants fall in every foe!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Liberty's in every blow!—</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Let us Do—or Die!!!</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>Seated in the inn among his cronies, "as
market-days are wearing late," the dour and
bitter looks of the poet are exchanged for
glowing eyes and laughing lips, while he recites
some of the lines which he has wedded to old
and familiar melodies. As Moore, a little later,
secured for the Irish airs a world-wide
reputation, by supplying them with words of a
more popular character than their own—so
Burns re-wrote the songs of his country.
Thousands of people who never heard of "The
Highland Watch's Farewell" have carolled that
melody to his delightful verses,</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">My heart is sair—I dare na tell,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">My heart is sair for Somebody;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I could wake a winter night</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">For the sake o' Somebody:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">Oh-hon! for Somebody!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">Oh-hey! for Somebody!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I could range the world around,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For the sake o' Somebody.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">O, sweetly smile on Somebody!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Frae ilka danger keep him free,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And send me safe my Somebody!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">Oh-hon! for Somebody!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">Oh-hey! for Somebody!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I wad do—what would I not?</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For the sake o' Somebody.</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>As time wears by, Burns pulls out a manuscript
from his pocket, and reads his latest
poem to a hilarious audience: a very masterpiece,
they acclaim it. The legend and the
scenery are awhile familiar to them: but they
have never heard the tale told thus before, as
Burns has immortalized it in "Tam o' Shanter."</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left"> … As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure:</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">But pleasures are like poppies spread,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Or like the snow falls in the river,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A moment white—then melts for ever;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Or like the Borealis race,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That flit ere you can point their place;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Or like the Rainbow's lovely form</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Evanishing amid the storm.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Nae man can tether Time nor Tide,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The hour approaches Tam maun ride—</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That dreary hour he mounts his beast in;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And sic a night he takes the road in,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Weel mounted on his grey meare Meg</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">(A better never lifted leg),</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Despising wind, and rain, and fire;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Whiles crooning o'er an auld Scots sonnet,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Lest bogles catch him unawares;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Whare ghaists and howlets nightly cry.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"> … The lightnings flash from pole to pole,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Near and more near the thunders roll,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">When glimmering thro' the groaning trees,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And loud resounded mirth and dancing.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"> … And, wow! Tam saw an unco sight!</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Warlocks and witches in a dance:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Nae cotillion, brent-new frae France,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Put life and mettle in their heels.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">(<i>Tam o' Shanter.</i>)</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>But now it is time that Burns, like his
hero, should take the homeward road. He
calls for his horse, parts from his boisterous
comrades, and rides out into the wintry evening.
Nithsdale is a land of lovely sunsets: and
against the rose and gold of heaven, the poet
sees the homely cottage-smoke of earth, thin
spirals of blue vapour, speaking of happy
hearths and labour ended. It is several years
since Burns, standing with Douglas Stewart
upon the Braid Hills, declared that to him the
worthiest object in the whole bright morning
landscape was the cluster of smoking cottages.
But still he regards them with affection
and enjoyment: and chiefly his eyes are bent
towards that quiet homestead which holds
his own dear folk. All the peace which that
stormy heart can find is set and centred there:
despite all previous fugitive fancies for Jessie,
and Peggie, and Phemie, and the rest, he has
found calm happiness with his Jean, the most
devoted of wives.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I dearly like the west,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For there the bonie lassie lives,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The lassie I lo'e best:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">There's wild-woods grow, and rivers row,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And mony a hill between:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But day and night my fancy's flight</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Is ever wi' my Jean.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I see her in the dewy flowers,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I see her sweet and fair,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I hear her in the tunefu' birds,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I hear her charm the air:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">There's not a bonie flower that springs,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">By fountain, shaw, or green;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">There's not a bonie bird that sings,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">But minds me o' my Jean.</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>She comes out into the twilight to meet him,
and his emotion shapes itself, on the instant,
into song.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">This is no my ain lassie,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Fair tho' the lassie be;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Weel ken I my ain lassie,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Kind love is in her e'e.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I see a form, I see a face,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ye weel may wi' the fairest place;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">It wants, to me, the witching grace,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The kind love that's in her e'e.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">She's bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And lang has had my heart in thrall;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And aye it charms my very saul,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The kind love that's in her e'e.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To steal a blink, by a' unseen;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But gleg as light are lovers' een,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">When kind love is in the e'e.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">It may escape the courtly sparks,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">It may escape the learnèd clerks;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But weel the watching lover marks</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The kind love that's in her e'e.</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>The servants, sitting at the same table,
according to Scottish farm custom, share his
simple evening meal: and subsequently,
before the children's bedtime, the master speaks
with seriousness to his household, and reads
aloud some passages from the Holy Book.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Their master's and their mistress's command,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The younkers a' are warned to obey;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And mind their labours wi' an eydent hand,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">An' ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">"And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">"And mind your duty, duly, morn and night;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">"Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">"Implore His counsel and assisting might:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">"They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright."</td></tr>
<tr><td align="center">.<span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span><span class="ind2">.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Then homeward all take off their several way,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The youngling cottagers retire to rest:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The parent-pair their secret homage pay,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And proffer up to Heaven the warm request,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Would in the way His wisdom sees the best,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">For them and for their little ones provide;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">(<i>The Cotter's Saturday Night.</i>)</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="2" summary="Illustration">
<tr>
<td align="center">
<a href="images/img038.jpg">
<img src="images/img038.jpg" height="400"
alt="JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO." /></a>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="center">
<span class="caption">Click to <a href="images/img038.jpg">ENLARGE</a></span>
</td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td align="left">
<small><i>Painting by Dudley Hardy.</i></small></td></tr>
<tr><th align="center" valign="top"><small>JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO.</small><br />
</th></tr>
</table>
<table class="sm" border="0" style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left"><small>John Anderson, my jo, John,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>We clamb the hill thegither;</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>And monie a canty day, John,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>We've had wi' ane anither:</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>Now we maun totter down, John,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>But hand in hand we'll go,</small></span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><small>And sleep thegither at the foot,</small></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2"><small>John Anderson, my jo.</small></span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="minimal" />
<p> </p>
<p>Now, in the quiet house, the man at last is
free to take up his pen. He is writing hard,
daily, or rather nightly: every week sees a
parcel of manuscript despatched to his publisher.
The thoughts which have crowded tumultuously
upon him all day long, may at last be set down
and conserved: for poetry, as Wordsworth
says, "is emotion remembered in tranquillity."
The grave and swarthy face bends above the
paper in the candlelight—varying expressions
chase each other across the mobile mouth and
eyes. Sometimes the theme is one of poignant
pathos.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Ae fond kiss and then we sever;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ae fareweel, and then forever!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">While the star of hope she leaves him?</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Dark despair around benights me.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Naething could resist my Nancy.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But to see her was to love her;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Love but her, and love for ever.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Had we never lov'd sae kindly,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Had we never lov'd sae blindly,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Never met—or never parted,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">We had ne'er been broken-hearted!</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Thine be ilka joy and treasure,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ae fareweel, alas! for ever!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">(<i>Parting Song to Clarinda.</i>)</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>Again the music changes to the sprightliest
vivaciousness, to tell how "last May a braw
wooer came down the lang glen," or to sing the
"dainty distress" of the maiden enamoured of
<i>Tam Glen</i>.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Some counsel unto me come len',</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To anger them a' is a pity,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">In poortith I might mak a fen';</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">What care I in riches to wallow,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">If I mauna marry Tam Glen!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">There's Lowrie the Laird o' Dumeller—</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">"Gude-day to you"—brute! he comes ben:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">He brags and he braws o' his siller,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">But when will he dance like Tam Glen!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">My Minnie does constantly deave me,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And bids me beware o' young men;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">They flatter, she says, to deceive me,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">O wha will I get but Tam Glen!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Yestreen at the Valentine's dealing,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">My heart to my mou gied a sten;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">For thrice I drew ane without failing,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And thrice it was written "Tam Glen!"</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The last Halloween I was waukin</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken</span>,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">His likeness came up the house staukin,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Come, counsel, dear Tittie! don't tarry;</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I'll gie ye my bonnie black hen,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Gif ye will advise me to marry</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen!</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>But here comes a knock at the door, to
stop the flow of inspiration: it is not an unwelcome
visitor, but an old friend, who, returning
after many years from foreign parts, has learned
of "Rob's" amazing leap into fame. Strangers,
drawn by curiosity and admiration, are not
infrequent visitors: "It was something to have
dined or supped in the company of Burns."
But this is a different matter: and the warm
impulsive heart responds to it, in words which
have never been forgotten.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">Should auld acquaintance be forgot,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And never brought to mind?</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Should auld acquaintance be forgot,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And auld lang syne!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">For auld lang syne, my dear,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">For auld lang syne,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind4">We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind6">For auld lang syne.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And surely I'll be mine!</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">For auld lang syne.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">We twa hae run about the braes,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And pou'd the gowans fine;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Sin' auld lang syne.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Frae morning sun till dine;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But seas between us braid hae roar'd</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Sin' auld lang syne.</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<p>It is late, very late, when the visitor departs:
the stars are frosty, the ground hard. The
spell of newly-roused remembrances lies heavy
still upon Burns's heart: and as he turns to rest,
and sees the peaceful sleeping forms of his wife
and little children, tender and calm desires well
up within him. He can conceive no higher
happiness than comes of a serene old age, in
the company of those dear ones: and a picture
rises before him of old folk gently descending to
a longer rest, side by side together.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
<tr><td align="left">John Anderson, my jo, John,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">When we were first acquent;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Your locks were like the raven,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Your bonie brow was brent;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But now your brow is beld, John,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Your locks are like the snaw;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">But blessings on your frosty pow,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">John Anderson, my jo.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">John Anderson, my jo, John,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">We clamb the hill thegither;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And mony a cantie day, John,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">We've had wi' ane anither:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Now we maun totter down, John,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And hand in hand we'll go,</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">And sleep thegither at the foot,</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">John Anderson, my jo.</span></td></tr>
</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="2" summary="decoration">
<tr>
<td align="center">
<a href="images/tail.jpg">
<img src="images/tail.jpg" height="140"
alt="decoration" /></a>
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</tr>
</table>
</div>
<div class="center">
<p class="noindent"><i><span class="small">Printed by Percy Lund, Humphries & Co., Ltd.,<br />
Bradford and London.</span></i></p>
</div>
<p> </p>
<div class="center">
<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="2" summary="decoration">
<tr>
<td align="center">
<a href="images/backcover.jpg">
<img src="images/backcover.jpg" height="160"
alt="decoration" /></a>
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</table>
</div>
<p> </p>
<hr class="tiny" />
<p> </p>
<table class="sm" border="0" style="background-color: #E6F6FA; margin: 0 auto" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="4" summary="NOTES">
<tr>
<td colspan="2">
<div class="center">TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE</div>
<p style="background-color: #E6F6FA" class="noindent">
The words <b>belore</b> and <b>bedtine</b> were changed to <b>before</b> and <b>bedtime</b>
in the phrase:
<br />
<span class="ind1">before the children's bedtime</span><br />
<br />
The word <b>divnie</b> was corrected to <b>divine</b> in the line:<br />
<span class="ind1">But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.</span>
</p>
</td>
</tr>
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