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58 ON VISITING THE HOUSE
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WRITTEN ON VISITING THE HOUSE IN WHICH THE
CELEBRATED ROBERT BURNS WAS BORN, AND THE
SURROUNDING SCENERY, IN AUTUMN 1799.
O BUT it makes my heart fu' sair.
The lowly blast-worn bower to see,
Whare infant Genius wont to smile,
Whare brightened first the Poet's e'e !
Burns, heavenly Bard ! 'twas here thy mind
Traced ilka object wildly grand ;
Here first thou caught dame Nature's fire.
An' snatched the pencil from her hand.
Bleak Autumn now reigns o'er these scenes.
The yellow leaves fa' aff the tree ;
But never shall the laurel fade.
That Scotia's Muse has twined for thee.

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