And, Oh, may Heav'n their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide 180 That stream'd thro' Wallace's undaunted heart;1 Who dar'd to, nobly, stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) O never, never, Scotia's realm desert; But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard! MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.* A DIRGE. ZHEN chill November's surly blast VAR. 'That stream'd thro' great unhappy Wallace' heart. 1st and 2nd Edit. *Gilbert Burns informed Dr. Currie, that "several of the poems were produced for the purpose of bringing forward some favourite sentiment of the author. He used to remark to me, that he could not well conceive a more mortifying picture of human life than a man seeking work. In casting about in his mind how this sentiment might be brought forward, the elegy 'Man was made to mourn' was composed." Mr. Lockhart has justly observed, that "whatever might be I spy'd a man, whose aged step Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou? Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, To wander forth, with me, to mourn The sun that overhangs yon moors, Where hundreds labour to support O man! while in thy early years, the casual idea that set the Poet to work, it is evident that he wrote from the habitual feelings of his own bosom." Burns says, in a letter to Mrs. Dunlop, that his mother often sang, "The Life and Age of Man ;" and it is certain that the ballad made a deep impression upon his mind. A copy of it, taken from Mrs. Burns' recitation, and printed in Cromek's "Select Scottish Songs," vol. i. p. 6, will be found in the Appendix. Man was made to mourn' immediately precedes 'Winter' in the first and second editions. Alternate follies take the sway; Which tenfold force give nature's law, Look not alone on youthful prime, But see him on the edge of life, With cares and sorrows worn, Then age and want, Oh! ill-match'd pair! A few seem favourites of fate, In pleasure's lap carest; Yet, think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest. But, Oh! what crowds in ev'ry land Thro' weary life this lesson learn, Many and sharp the num'rous ills And man, whose heav'n-erected face Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, 30 40 50 Who begs a brother of the earth If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave, If not, why am I subject to His cruelty, or scorn? Or why has man the will and pow'r Yet, let not this too much, my son, Had never, sure, been born, O Death! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest! But, Oh! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn! 60 70 80 A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.* THOU unknown, Almighty Cause In whose dread presence, ere an hour, If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; As something, loudly in my breast, Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong; Where human weakness has come short, Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art, Where with intention I have err'd, No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and Goodness still 10 20 * In Burns' Memoranda, dated in August, and apparently in 1784, the following passage is prefixed to these verses: "A prayer, when fainting fits, and other alarming symptoms of pleurisy, or some other dangerous disorder, which indeed still threatens me, first put nature on the alarm." |