The wind blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the sun's descending beam
Look'd on the fading, yellow woods
That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream;
Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard,
Laden with years & meikle pain,
In loud lament bewail'd his lord
Whom death had all untimely ta'en.-
He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
Whose trunk was mouldering down with years;
His locks were bleached white by time,
His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears:
And as he touch'd his trembling harp,
And as he tun'd his doleful sang,
The winds, lamenting thro' their caves,
To echo bore the notes alang.-
"Ye scatter'd birds that faintly sing,
"The reliques o' the vernall queire;
Ye
The honours of the aged year;
A few short months, & glad & gay,
Again ye'll charm the ear & e'e,
But noch't in all revolving time
Can gladness bring again to me.-
I am an aged, bending tree,
That lang has stood the wind & rain;
And now has come a cruel blast,
And my last hald of earth is gane :
Nae leaf o' mine shall greet the spring,
Nae summer sun exalt my bloom,
But I maun lie before the storm,
And others plant them in my room.
I've seen sae many changeful years
On earth I am a stranger grown;
I wander in the ways of men,
Alike unknowing & unknown:
Unheard, unpities, unreliev'd
I bear alone my load o' care;
For
Lie a' that would my sorrows share.-
And last, the sum of all my griefs,
My noble Master lies in clay;
The flower among our barons bold,
His Country's pride, his Country's stay:
In weary being now I pine,
For a' the life of life is dead;
And hope has left my aged ken,
On forward wing for ever fled. -
Awake thy last, sad voice, my harp.
The voice of woe & wild despair:
Awake, resound my latest lay,
Then sleep in silence evermair!
And thou, my last, best, only friend,
That fillest an untimely tomb,
Accept this tribute from the bard
Thou brought'st frae fortune's mirkest gloom.-
In poverty's lone, barren vale,
Thick mists, obscure, involv'd me round:
Tho'
Nae ray o' fame was to be found:
Thou found'st me, like the morning sun
That melts the fogs in limpid air;
The friendless Bard. & rustic song,
Became alike thy fostering care.-
O why has Worth so short a date!
While villains ripen grey with time,
Must thou the noble, gen'rous great,
Fall in bold manhood's hardy prime!
Why did I live to see that day,
Of day to me so full of woe!
O had I met the mortal shaft,
That laid my benefactor low,
The bridegroom, may forget the bride,
Was made his wedded wife yestreen;
The monarch may forget the crown
That on his head an hour has been;
The mother may forget the bairn
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember good Glencairn,
And a' that he has done for me.
Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/110
- Alt. number
- 3.6271
- Date
- September 1791
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Cunningham, James, Earl of Glencairn
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/110
- Alt. number
- 3.6271
- Date
- September 1791
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Cunningham, James, Earl of Glencairn
Description
Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn. Begins: "The wind blew hollow frae the hills". 10 four-line verses. [2 leaves].
Burns produced this elegy for his Patron the Earl of Glencairn, who died unmarried at the early age of 42 shortly after returning from a trip to Lisbon which had failed to cure his ailing health. He reminiscences on Glencairns' great worth and how he 'discovered' Burns.
On the second page Burns contrasts the renewal that nature will follow in due course to the relics of growth but nothing will renew his downcast spirit. He compares himself to an aged tree whose roots have been torn from the earth by a terrible storm never to grow again. His is a wandering lonely soul in an unknown land, left to bear his grief in solitude.
The third page shows Burns still grieving for the man who was a power for good in the land. The light has gone out of Burns's life, leaving him feeling old and mortified. He calls forth his poetic powers for just one more soaring tribute to his dead friend.
On the last page Burns looks back to his past of poverty and obscurity from which Glencairn raised him. Why should the good die young while villains prosper, he asks. Burns regrets outliving his friend and describes certain memorable happenings which might be forgotten before he could ever forget James, Earl of Glencairn.
Glencairn, who had been impressed with the Kilmarnock Edition of Burns's poems, greeted Burns shortly after his arrival in Edinburgh in November 1787. Glencairn introduced Burns to Creech the publisher and encouraged the Caledonian Hunt members to subscribe to the second edition. Burns saw Glencairn as his 'Titular protector' and named his third son after him.
Archive information
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Robert Burns, collection of poems and songs
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a sub-fonds is a subdivision in the archival material)
- Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn