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PART THREE

POEMS OF DEMOCRACY AND BROTHER

HOOD

BURNS was a profound exponent of the great fundamental principles of Christ's teaching-the value of the individual as a basis for true human brotherhood; the dignity of man; freedom for the individual and for nations; and genuine democratic principles. He saw both sides of the relations between despotism and democracy. In lines written in a young lady's pocketbook, he says:

he

'Deal freedom's sacred treasures free as air

Till slave and despot be but things that were.'

In the "Inscription on the Altar of Independence" the ideal man is one

says

"Who will not be nor have a slave."

In the Toast to Admiral Rodney, he says:-
"May anarchy perish; be tyrants condemned."

In the Poem to the Dumfries Volunteers, he demands individual freedom, but strongly condemns "the Wretch who'd set the mob above the throne."

"The wretch that wad a tyrant own,
And the wretch his true born brother
Who'd set the mob above the throne
Let them be damned together.
Wha will not sing, God save the King
Shall hang as high's the steeple;

But, while we sing God save the King,
We'll ne'er forget the people."

He crystallized Christ's basis for democracy in "The Vision" in the imperishable sentence:

"Preserve the dignity of man

With soul erect."

and in the illuminating lines from "A Man's a Man for a' That":

"The rank is but the guinea stamp,

The man's the gowd for a' that."

He had no frenzied ideals of freedom, but wished to secure it by constitutional means.

In "Man Was Made to Mourn," he asks:

"If I'm designed you lordling's slave,—
By Nature's law designed,-

Why was an independent wish

E'er planted in my mind?"

Bruce's address to his soldiers at Bannockburn will live on through coming ages, as the bugle call of true freemen to stand ever for liberty, as the brave Scotchmen had to fight for it:

DEMOCRACY AND BROTHERHOOD POEMS

"By oppression's woes and pains;
By your sons in servile chains;
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free.

"Lay the proud usurper low;
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe;
Liberty's in ev'ry blow;
Let us do or die."

Burns asked the unanswered question:
"Why should ae' man better be
And a' men brothers?"

In his "Epistle to Rev. John Lapraik," he says:

"But ye whom social pleasure charms, Whose hearts the tide of kindness warms, Who hold your being on the terms,

'Each aid the others,'

Come to my bowl, come to my arms,
My friends, my brothers."

He wrote a poem to Clarinda, when he presented her with two wine glasses, in which he said:

"And fill them high with generous juice

As generous as your mind,

And pledge me in the generous toast
"The whole of human kind!"

In "The Tree of Liberty," he says:

"Wi' plenty o' sic trees I trow
The warld would live at peace, man,

The sword would help to mak' a plough

The din o' war would cease, man.

"Like brothers in a common cause
We'd on each other smile, man,
And equal rights and equal laws

Would gladden ev'ry isle, man."

In the last verse of "A Man's a Man for a' That," he says:

"Then let us pray that come it may,

As come it will for a' that,

That sense and worth o'er all the earth
May bear the gree, and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that

It's coming yet for a' that,

That man to man the world o'er
Shall brothers be for a' that."

In a love letter to Allison Begbie, he wrote:

"I grasp the whole of humanity in the arms.
Of universal benevolence."

This showed a comprehensive understanding of Christ's highest teaching.

A VISION

PART I: A VISION

As I stood by yon roofless tower,

Where the wa' flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care.

The winds were laid, the air was still,
The stars they shot alang the sky,
The fox was howling on the hill,
And the distant echoing glens reply.

The stream adown its hazelly path

Was rushing by the ruined wa's,
To join yon river on the strath.1
Whase distant roaring swells and fa's.

The cauld blae North was streaming forth
Her lights wi' hissing eerie din;
Athwart the lift they start and shift
Like fortune's favors tint as win.

By heedless chance I turned my eyes,
And, by the moonbeam, shook to see
A stern and stalwart ghaist arise,
Attired as minstrels wont to be.

1 The River Nith.

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