Albert Laighton (Альберт Лейтон)

A Thought of Burns

Large was his heart, and deep and strong
The human love within it;
As free and musical its song
As wood-notes of the linnet.

No touch of art more fresh and clear
The warbling tones could render;
No paean make his name more dear,
His, memory more tender.

He sought not with impatient feet
The path to glory's portal;
And yet his simple words and sweet
Are fame-lit and immortal.

His "Highland Mary" still shall haunt
The dells by burn and river,
And " Bonnie Doon " as sweetly chant
Love's melody for ever.

The mountain daisy and the song
His plough upturned together,
Shall blossom in the heart as long
As blooms his native heather.

1. Ebb and Flow
2. To a Bigot
3. The Necropolis
4. The Birth of Light
5. Frost-Work

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