Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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STANZAS ON READING IN THE GLASGOW HERALD THE ACCOUNT OF
LAYING THE FOUNDATION STONE OF A MONUMENT
In Memory of Robert Burns. |
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STANZAS ON READING IN THE GLASGOW HERALD THE ACCOUNT OF LAYING THE FOUNDATION STONE OF A MONUMENT In Memory of Robert Burns.
Hail! Scotia's free-born, gen'rous band,
Who merit still reward,
Who memo'rise, in order grand,
Your country's boasted Bard!
But why this monumental cost?
The fame of Burns can ne'er be lost!
Who merit still reward,
Who memo'rise, in order grand,
Your country's boasted Bard!
But why this monumental cost?
The fame of Burns can ne'er be lost!
Till Chimborazo's summits high
Sink beneath the ocean wave,
Remembrance shall, with tearful eye,
Rove round his laurell'd grave;
For while his varied muse we trace,
We meet each true poetic grace.
Sink beneath the ocean wave,
Remembrance shall, with tearful eye,
Rove round his laurell'd grave;
For while his varied muse we trace,
We meet each true poetic grace.
Though Gothic gloom again return,
And spread all Europe o'er,
Fame's sacred, safe, and golden urn
Would soon his works restore;
Since, under fate's auspicious hand,
His strains ring sweet in every land.
And spread all Europe o'er,
Fame's sacred, safe, and golden urn
Would soon his works restore;
Since, under fate's auspicious hand,
His strains ring sweet in every land.
Oh how the magic of his lyre
Thrills through the feeling soul!
So potently his force and fire
In native torrents roll:
Nor roams he e'er for imagery
Among the groves of Thessaly.
Thrills through the feeling soul!
So potently his force and fire
In native torrents roll:
Nor roams he e'er for imagery
Among the groves of Thessaly.
The Lugar, Logan, Nith, and Doon,
By bards neglected long,
Now sweetly glide, through many a tune,
In Caledonia's song;
For every scene that caught his eye
He stamp'd with immortality.
By bards neglected long,
Now sweetly glide, through many a tune,
In Caledonia's song;
For every scene that caught his eye
He stamp'd with immortality.
His was the gifted power to paint
Love's various-working glow;
Or pour the bosom-rending 'plaint
Of misery and woe;
Or laughter's comic nerves excite;
Or sting with satire's vip'rous bite.
Love's various-working glow;
Or pour the bosom-rending 'plaint
Of misery and woe;
Or laughter's comic nerves excite;
Or sting with satire's vip'rous bite.
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What though but lowly was his lot
Through life's tempestuous gale;
The russet robe—the lonely cot—
Which want did oft assail!
His mind intrepid braved the blast,
And reach'd fame's glorious fane at last.
Through life's tempestuous gale;
The russet robe—the lonely cot—
Which want did oft assail!
His mind intrepid braved the blast,
And reach'd fame's glorious fane at last.
His patriot soul for Scotia swell'd,
To raise her name in song;
And, though from learning's light expell'd,
His fervid genius, strong,
Such warm effusions to the world displays
As wreath his mem'ry with unfading bays.
To raise her name in song;
And, though from learning's light expell'd,
His fervid genius, strong,
Such warm effusions to the world displays
As wreath his mem'ry with unfading bays.
Hail, Scotia's sons! who thus unite
With meritorious aim,
To 'grave his worth in letters bright
Upon the roll of fame!
That all who view this splendid pile
May recollect the Bard of Kyle!
With meritorious aim,
To 'grave his worth in letters bright
Upon the roll of fame!
That all who view this splendid pile
May recollect the Bard of Kyle!
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