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TO THE SONS OF BURNS,
AFTER VISITING THE GRAVE OF THEIR FATHER.
"The Poet's grave is in a corner of the church-yard. We "looked at it with melancholy and painful reflections, re"peating to each other his own verses —
"Is there a man whose judgment clear, &c."
Extract from the Journal of my Fellow-traveller.
MID crowded Obelisks and Urns
I sought the untimely grave of Burns;
And more would grieve, but that it turns
Through Twilight shades of good and ill
And more than common strength and skill
If ye would give the better will
Its lawful sway.
Hath Nature strung your nerves to bear
The social hour for tenfold care
Even honest Men delight will take
Your steps pursue;
And of your Father's name will make
Far from their noisy haunts retire,
There seek the genius of your Sire,
Or where, mid " lonely heights and hows, He paid to Nature tuneful vows;
Or wiped his honourable brows
Bedewed with toil,
While reapers strove, or busy ploughs
His judgment with benignant ray
Nor deem that "light which leads astray,
Let no mean hope your souls enslave
But be admonished by his grave,
THE BRAES OF KIRTLE.
FAIR Ellen Irwin, when she sate
Was lovely as a Grecian Maid
From many Knights and many Squires
The Bruce had been selected;
And Gordon, fairest of them all,
By Ellen was rejected.
Sad tidings to that noble Youth !
For it may be proclaimed with truth,
If Bruce hath loved sincerely,
That Gordon loves as dearly.
*The Kirtle is a River in the Southern part of Scotland, on
whose banks the events here related took place.
But what is Gordon's beauteous face,
To them who sit by Kirtle's Braes
Alas that ever he was born!
The Gordon, couched behind a thorn, Sees them and their caressing; Beholds them blest and blessing.
Proud Gordon cannot bear the thoughts
Fair Ellen saw it when it came,
And, stepping forth to meet the same, Did with her body cover
The Youth, her chosen lover.
And, falling into Bruce's arms,
Thus died the beauteous Ellen,
Thus, from the heart of her True-love,
The mortal spear repelling.
And Bruce, as soon as he had slain
And fought with rage incessant