Robert Burns

Verses Intended to be Written Below a Noble Earl’s Picture

WHOSE is that noble, dauntless brow?
  And whose that eye of fire?
And whose that generous princely mien
  Even rooted foes admire?

Stranger, to justly shew that brow,
  And mark that eye of fire,
Would take His hand, whose vernal tints
  His other works inspire.

Bright as a cloudless summer sun,
  With stately port he moves;
His guardian seraph eyes with awe
  The noble ward he loves.

Among the illustrious Scottish sons
  That chief thou may’st discern,
Mark Scotia’s fond returning eye,-
  It dwells upon Glencairn.