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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Robert Burns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The following ode was delivered by the author at the Centennial Anniversary<br>of Burns, Ingersoll, in presence of a large assembly in the year 1859:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This night shall never be forgot,<br>For humble life none now despise,<br>Since Barns was born in lowly cot,<br>Whose muse's wing soared to the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Round Scotia's brow he wove a wreath<br>And raised her name in classic story,<br>A deathless fame he did bequeath,<br>His country's pride, his country's glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sang her hills, he sang her dales,<br>Of Bonnie Doon and Banks of Ayr,<br>Of death and Hornbrook, and such tales<br>As Tam O'Shanter and his mare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bravely taught that manly worth<br>More precious is than finest gold ;<br>He reckoned not on noble birth,<br>But noble deeds alone extolled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where will we find behind the plow<br>Or in the harvest field at toil<br>Another youth, sweet bard like thou<br>Could draw the tear or raise the smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We do not think 'twas Burns fault,<br>For there were no teetotalers then,<br>That Willie brewed a peck of malt,<br>And Robbin preed like other men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis true he loved the lasses dear,<br>But who for this would loudly blame,<br>For Scotia's maids his heart did cheer,<br>And love is a true heavenly flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So here we've met in distant land<br>Poor honest Robin to extoll,<br>Though oft we've differed,<br>Let us stand united now in Ingersoll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burns sang so sweet behind the plow,<br>Daisies well wreath around his brow,<br>Musing, on thee, what visions throng<br>Of floods you poured of Scottish song</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scott, he did write romancing rhymes<br>Of chivalry of ancient times. <br>For tender feeling none can cope<br>With Campbell, the sweet Bard of hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eye, with sympathetic tear in<br>We'll shed it for exile of Erin,<br>And Tannahil, while at his loom,<br>Wove flowers of song will ever bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hogg, Ettrick shepherd, did gain fame<br>By singing when the Kie comes hame,<br>With good time coming Bard McKay<br>Still merrily doth cheer the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+McIntyre">James McIntyre</a><div class=q>
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