A NIGHT WITH BURNS.

Clutha Leader, Volume V, Issue 220, 27 September 1878, Page 7

A NIGHT WITH BURNS.

Oh -were ye up at Warepa ? ... And did yo hear the lecture braw 1 All aboot Burns, the Scottish Bard, * Sic roaring fun I never heard. , , The lecturer, in his able way, The poet's merits did display ; He also showed his failings too, But let us hope they were but few. Oh ! Burns, thy talents rich and rare, Thy graces and thy virtues fair , Lay hidden deep within thy breast : The world knew not what it possessed. But, like the sandal-tree, which lies Bleeding beneath the woodman's eyes, Emits in death richest perfume, While crushed to earth its noble plume. So Burns, thy rich and noble mind, When used by brother-man unkind, Shewed forth in sorrow's darkest hours The strength and beauty of thy powers. And then when grief and sorrow sore, Thy soul with bitter anguish tore ; Thou knew'st for solace where to fly, To Heaven thou raised thine upturned eye. Then Burns, of poets Scotia's pet, Thy mem'ry we would not forget ;'-''• Thou had'st thy faults; this own we must * ■ But, let them crumble into dust ! — M. A. Pobteous, Warepa;