ODE ΤΟ THE MEMORY OF BURNS. SOUL of the Poet! wheresoe'er Reclaim'd from earth thy genius plume Her wings of immortality; Suspend thy harp in happier sphere, And with thine influence illume The gladness of our jubilee. And fly like fiends from secret spell, For he was chief of bards that swell The heart with songs of social flame, And Love's own strain to him was giv'n To warble all its extacies, With Pythian words unsought, unwill'd, Love the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise In life's else bitter cup distill'd. Who that has melted o'er his lay Nor skill'd one flame alone to fan His country's high-soul'd peasantry And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch. Him in his clay-built cot * the muse Entranc'd and shew'd him all the forms, Of fairy-light and wizard gloom, (That only gifted Poet views,) The Genii of the floods and storms, On Bannock-field what thoughts arouse As o'er the heroic turf he ploughs, With all the spirit of his sires, And all their scorn of death and chains? And see the Scottish exile tann'd By many a far and foreign clime, Bend o'er his homeborn verse and weep, In memory of his native land, With love that scorns the lapse of time, And ties that stretch beyond the deep. * Burns was born in Clay-cottage, which his father had built with his own hands. Encamp'd by Indian rivers wild The scenes that blest him when a child, O deem not, midst this worldly strife, Let high Philosophy controul It is the muse that consecrates And thou, young hero, when thy pall Is cross'd with mournful sword and plume, And only tears of kindred fall, Who but the Bard shall dress thy tomb, And greet with fame thy gallant shade ? Such was the soldier,- BURNS forgive In verse like thine, Oh! could he live, Farewell, high chief of Scottish song, That couldst alternately impart Wisdom and rapture in thy page, Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage. * Major Edward Hodge of the 7th Hussars, who fell at the head of his squadron in the attack of the Polish Lancers. |