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Poem by Robert Burns

Poetical Address to Mr. William Tytler, With the Present of the Poets Picture

REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,
  Of Stuart, a name once respected,
A name which to love was the mark of a true heart,
  But now tis despisd and neglected.

Tho something like moisture conglobes in my eye,
  Let no one misdeem me disloyal;
A poor friendless wandrer may well claim a sigh,
  Still more if that wandrer were royal.

My fathers that name have reverd on a throne;
  My fathers have fallen to right it;
Those fathers would spurn their degenerate son,
  That name should he scoffingly slight it.

Still in prayers for King George I most heartily join,
  The Queen, and the rest of the gentry;
Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine;
  Their titles avowd by my country.

But why of this epochs make such a fuss,
  That gave us the Hanover stem?
If bringing them over was lucky for us,
  Im sure twas as lucky for them.

But, Royalty, truce! were on dangerous ground;
  Who knows how the fashions may alter?
The doctrine to-day that is loyalty sound.
  To-morrow may bring us a halter.

I send you a trifle, a head of a bard,
  A trifle scarce worthy your care;
But accept it, good Sir, as a mark of regard,
  Sincere as a saints dying prayer.

Now lifes chilly evening dim shades in your eye,
  And ushers the long dreary night;
But you, like the star that athwart gilds the sky,
  Your course to the latest is bright.


Robert Burns

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Epitaph on Wee Johnny
  2. The Cairds Second Song
  3. The Sailors Song
  4. Prologue, Spoken at the Theatre, Dumfries, on New Years Day Evening [1790]
  5. To Dr. Maxwell, on Miss Jessy Staigs Recovery

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