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Poem Title:  Address To The Shade Of Thomson

Poem Category:  Scottish

Poet:  Robert Burns

Poet Biography: 
Robert Burns was born in Alloway in Ayrshire in 1759 and died at the early age of 37 years in 1796. Robert Burns is one of Scotlandís most important literary figures (his life and work being celebrated each year) and is best known for his famous, and often humorous, songs and poetry. Written in the dialect of the time, even modern Scottish people struggle at times to understand the true meaning of his poems. Sometimes referred to as Scotlandís National Bard (poet)his work lives on in annual celebrations known as burns suppers. Life and Times



Poem: 
This was written as an address at the unveiling of the bust of James Thomson (Dramatist & Poet 1700-1748) at Ednam, Roxburghshire.

While virgin Spring by Eden's flood,
Unfolds her tender mantle green,
Or pranks the sod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Eolian strains between.

While Summer, with a matron grace,
Retreats to Dryburgh's cooling shade,
Yet oft, delighted, stops to trace
The progress of the spiky blade.

While Autumn, benefactor kind,
By Tweed erects his aged head,
And sees, with self-approving mind,
Each creature on his bounty fed.

While maniac Winter rages o'er
The hills whence classic Yarrow flows,
Rousing the turbid torrent's roar,
Or sweeping, wild, a waste of snows.

So long, sweet Poet of the year!
Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won;
While Scotia, with exulting tear,
Proclaims that Thomson was her son.


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