Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CENTENARY POEM, RECITED AT BURNS' CENTENARY FESTIVAL, by JANET HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: O, bard beloved! As pilgrims to thy shrine Last Line: To fame's bright zenith nearer, higher rise. Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson Subject(s): Burns, Robert (1759-1796); Death; Fame; Honor; Poetry & Poets; Dead, The; Reputation | ||||||||
O, BARD beloved! as pilgrims to thy shrine, With song and gift we come, our vows to pay; The growing fame of hundred years is thine, And lands and nations hail thy natal day. We bring thee hearts that while life's pulses beat Shall throb with love and pride, regret and shame; Love of thy worth, pride in thy genius great, Regret that death, not Life, gave world-wide fame. And shame that Scotia dazzled by the blaze Lit by her peasant Bard's poetic fire, Should, while she sunned her in the living rays, On Want's chilled bosom see her Bard expire. Oh, shade revered! the altar of thy fame This day we wreathe with fair immortal flowers Culled from each spot that's hallowed by thy name By Doon, by Nith, by fair Montgomery's towers. From "Bonny Doon" bring "rose and woodbine twine," From "Winding Ayr" "the birch and hawthorn hoar," The flowers he pressed when Mary lay reclined Within his arms that clasped her nevermore. "The mountain daisy," bring "the red, red rose," From haunted Alloway "the ivy green," The "yellow broom" where stealing burnie flows, And "Coila's gift, the holly" sharp and sheen. And bring "the rough burr thistle, spreading wide," The poet's hand aye "spared the symbol dear," "The big ha' Bible ance his faither's pride;" Lives there a Scot but bids it welcome here? Oh! we have heard the Bruce at Bannockburn, When pealed his battle hymn along the line, Felt with the Bard that "Man was made to Mourn," And thrilled with memories of "Auld Langsyne." Great poet painter, these twin loves of thine, Fair Nature, and fair Woman, Nature's flower, Each in her beauty, in thy soul's deep shrine Were worshipped, painted with a master's power. Fair was the pictured scene, sweet Ballochmyle, He drew within thy dewy glades at e'en, And fair the beauteous portrait drawn the while, He sung in glowing strains his "Bonny Jean." Fair as thine own fair form, sad captive queen, The scenes portrayed in weeping Memory's eye, Thy Scotia robed in Nature's mantle green, Bestrewn with flowery gems of richest dye. The lily bank, the daisy-sheeted lea, The blossomed thorn, the primrose by the brae, No fairer sketch of Nature we may see, No sorrows sung in more pathetic lay. BurnsNature's noblest, brightest, dearest son Large, loving heart, and independent mind Were hisnot to be bought, or warped, but won To love and sympathy for all mankind. Bright on the altar of his manly heart The holy flame of patriot ardour glowed; Love's fragrant incense, Truth undimmed by Art, And wit and humour flashing as they flowed. "A man's a man" whatever may befal Of honest poverty or lowly name Birth, rank, and wealth, the poet lacked them all, But worth and genius gave him love and fame. And now, though "mouldering in the silent dust," The heart that dearly loved fair Scotia lies, "Still in her bosom's core" he lives, and must To Fame's bright zenith nearer, higher rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEM AND US by LUCILLE CLIFTON A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DEATH AND FAME by ALLEN GINSBERG EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PROVIDE, PROVIDE by ROBERT FROST A BALLAD FOUNDED ON A REAL INCIDENT WHICH OCCURED IN HIGH LIFE by JANET HAMILTON |
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