EPIGRAM ON THE SAID OCCASION. O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life, We freely wad exchanged the wife, And a' been weel content. Ev'n as he is, cauld in his graff, ANOTHER. ONE Queen Artemisa, as old stories tell, [The three foregoing epigrams were directed against Mr Campbell of Netherplace and his wife, whose house and grounds the poet daily passed on his way between Mossgiel and Mauchline.] ON TAM THE CHAPMAN. As Tam the chapman on a day, Wi' Death forgather'd by the way, Weel pleas'd, he greets a wight so famous, And Death was nae less pleas'd wi' Thomas, Wha cheerfully lays down his pack, And there blaws up a hearty crack: His social, friendly, honest heart Sae tickled Death, they could na part; Sae, after viewing knives and garters, Death taks him hame to gie him quarters. [These lines were composed on the recovery of Thomas Kennedy, a friend of the poet's, from a severe illness. When advanced in life, Kennedy communicated them to Cobbett's Magazine.] EPITAPH ON JOHN RANKINE. "L-d God!" quoth he, "I have it now; LINES ON THE AUTHOR'S DEATH, WRITTEN WITH THE SUPPOSED VIEW OF BEING HANDED HE who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, [These lines must be regarded as a counterpart of the poet's elegy on himself, composed shortly afterwards, beginning, "Now Robin lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme and sing nae mair."] MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.-A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, I spied a man, whose aged step 66 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, "O man! while in thy early years, Thy glorious, youthful prime! Alternate follies take the sway; Licentious passions burn; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. "Look not alone on youthful prime, Or manhood's active might; But see him on the edge of life, 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 More pointed still we make ourselves, Makes countless thousands mourn! "See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn. "If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave By Nature's law design'd- E'er planted in my mind? Or why has man the will and pow'r "Yet, let not this too much, my son, The poor, oppressèd, honest man "O Death! the poor man's dearest friend, Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest! The great, the wealthy fear thy blow, But, oh! a blest relief for those That weary-laden mourn !” [A lovely spot called "Haugh," near where the Lugar flows into the river Ayr, is pointed out as the locality indicated by the poet in his opening verse. In one of his letters to Mrs Dunlop, Burns writes :-"I had an old grand-uncle with whom my mother lived in her girlish years; the good old man was long blind ere he died, during which time his highest enjoyment was to sit down and cry, while my mother would sing the simple old song, 'The Life and Age of Man.'' Southey in his "Doctor," thus refers to the present poem, and its connection with the above pathetic incident :-" It is certain that this old song was in Burns's mind when he composed to the same cadence those well-known stanzas of which the burthen is 'Man was made to mourn.' But the old blind man's tears were tears of piety, not of regret; while he thus listened and wept, his heart was not so much in the past as his hopes were in the future. Burns must have been conscious in his better hours (and he had many such) that he inherited the feeling-if not the sober piety-which is so touchingly exemplified in this family anecdote."] |