Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
92 . Suppressed Stanzas of The Vision
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That cottage, witness of my birth;
And near I saw, bold issuing forth
In youthful pride,
A Lindsay race of noble worth,
Famed far and wide.
An ancient Pict-built mansion stood, I spied, among an angel brood, A female pair; Sweet shone their high maternal blood, And father’s air. How Dettingen’s bold hero fought; Still, far from sinking into nought, It owns a lord Who far in western climates fought, With trusty sword. One gallant, graceful, martial boy, The soldier sparkled in his eye, A diamond water. I blest that noble badge with joy, That owned me frater. The seat of many a muse divine; Not rustic muses such as mine, With holly crown’d, But th’ ancient, tuneful, laurell’d Nine, From classic ground. To see where bonie Whitefoords dwelt; But other prospects made me melt, That village near; There Nature, Friendship, Love, I felt, Fond-mingling, dear! Warm Friendship’s glow, like kindling wrath! Love, dearer than the parting breath Of dying friend! Not ev’n with life’s wild devious path, Your force shall end! In blooming Whitefoord’s rosy charms, Still threats the tiny, feather’d arms, The barbed dart, While lovely Wilhelmina warms The coldest heart. Where lately Want was idly laid, In fervid flame, Beneath a Patroness’ aid, Of noble name. And countless flocks as wild as they; But other scenes did charms display, That better please, Where polish’d manners dwell with Gray, In rural ease. And Irwine, marking out the bound, Enamour’d of the scenes around, Slow runs his race, A name I doubly honour’d found, With knightly grace. Fame humbly offering her hand, And near, his kinsman’s rustic band, With one accord, Lamenting their late blessed land Must change its lord. Near and sandy wilds, I last did note; A heart too warm, a pulse too hot At times, o’erran: But large in ev’ry feature wrote, Appear’d the Man.
Near by arose a mansion fine
Where Lugar leaves his moorland plaid,