E. C.'s ADDRESS TO A. ALLAN.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1156, 24 June 1885, Page 3

E. C.'s ADDRESS TO A. ALLAN.

{Original,) I saw your poem on Burns, my f reen 1 , And read it o'er and o'er yestreen, Till heart-felt tears bedewed my een At Burns's very name, ■ He who' loved his country's weal, , He who made his country feel, That she would face the sharpest steul And break Oppression's chaiu. He who would not harm a mouse, But sighed to see its ruined house, And let its wee bit feety loose To liberty again. How tenderly he raised the flower, When cast out in its dyiDg hour From the beauteous fragrant bower To die upon the plain. And when it faded from the view, Deprived of its laat drop of dew, Ah, what a picture Burns drew From that neglected flower ! His " Cottar'B Saturday Night" alonecan prove No brighter star e'er shone above Than his glorious picture of wedded love In the cottar's lowly cot. Scotland's bard was ill received, Scotland's bard through life was grieved Till hia heart's last throw it heaved And death had closed his eye. And when they laid him in the tomb, Nature herself seemed wrapt in gloom ; While streamlets murmured to tho moon — " His name will never die ! " Lawrence, 18th June, 1885.