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Fitz-Greene Halleck.
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Pure hopes, that lift the soul above,
Come with his Cotter's hymn of praise,
And dreams of youth, and truth, and love,
With "Logan's" banks and braes.
Come with his Cotter's hymn of praise,
And dreams of youth, and truth, and love,
With "Logan's" banks and braes.
And when he breathes his master-lay
Of Alloway's witch-haunted wall,
All passions in our frames of clay
Come thronging at his call.
Of Alloway's witch-haunted wall,
All passions in our frames of clay
Come thronging at his call.
Imagination's world of air,
And our own world, its gloom and glee,
Wit, pathos, poetry, are there,
And death's sublimity.
And our own world, its gloom and glee,
Wit, pathos, poetry, are there,
And death's sublimity.
And Burns—though brief the race he ran,
Though rough and dark the path he trod—
Lived—died—in form and soul a Man,
The image of his God.
Though rough and dark the path he trod—
Lived—died—in form and soul a Man,
The image of his God.
Through care, and pain, and want, and wo,
With wounds that only death could heal,
Tortures the poor alone can know,
The proud alone can feel;
With wounds that only death could heal,
Tortures the poor alone can know,
The proud alone can feel;
He kept his honesty and truth,
His independent tongue and pen,
And moved, in manhood and in youth,
Pride of his fellow-men.
His independent tongue and pen,
And moved, in manhood and in youth,
Pride of his fellow-men.
Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong,
A hate of tyrant and of knave,
A love of right, a scorn of wrong,
Of coward, and of slave;
A hate of tyrant and of knave,
A love of right, a scorn of wrong,
Of coward, and of slave;
A kind, true heart, a spirit high,
That could not fear and would not bow,
Were written in his manly eye,
And on his manly brow.
That could not fear and would not bow,
Were written in his manly eye,
And on his manly brow.