charm or instruct the future age,
they bind the wild poetric rage
in energy,
or point the inconclusive page
full on the eye.
“hence, fullarton, the brave and young;
hence, dempster's zeal-inspired tongue;
hence, sweet, harmonious beattie sung
his 'minstrel lays';
or tore, with noble ardour stung,
the sceptic's bays.
“to lower orders are assign'd
the humbler ranks of human-kind,
the rustic bard, the lab'ring hind,
the artisan;
all choose, as various they're inclin'd,
the various man.
“when yellow waves the heavy grain,
the threat'ning storm some strongly rein;
some teach to meliorate the plain
with tillage-skill;
and some instruct the shepherd-train,
blythe o'er the hill.
“some hint the lover's harmless wile;
some grace the maiden's artless smile;
some soothe the lab'rer's weary toil
for humble gains,
and make his cottage-scenes beguile
his cares and pains.
“some, bounded to a district-space
explore at large man's infant race,
to mark the embryotic trace
of rustic bard;
and careful note each opening grace,
a guide and guard.
“of these am i—coila my name:
and this district as mine i claim,
where once the campbells, chiefs of fame,
held ruling power:
i mark'd thy embryo-tuneful flame,
thy natal hour.
“with future hope i oft would gaze
fond, on thy little early ways,
thy rudely, caroll'd, chiming phrase,
in uncouth rhymes;
fir'd at the simple, artless lays
of other times.
“i saw thee seek the sounding shore,
delighted with the dashing roar;
or when the north his fleecy store
drove thro' the sky,
i saw grim nature's visage hoar
struck thy young eye.
“or when the deep green-mantled earth
warm cherish'd ev'ry floweret's birth,
and joy and music pouring forth
in ev'ry grove;
i saw thee eye the general mirth
with boundless love.
“when ripen'd fields and azure skies
call'd forth the reapers' rustling noise,
i saw thee leave their ev'ning joys,
and lonely stalk,
to vent thy bosom's swelling rise,
in pensive walk.
“when youthful love, warm-blushing, strong,
keen-shivering, shot thy nerves along,
those accents grateful to thy tongue,
th' adored name,
i taught thee how to pour in song,
to soothe thy flame.
“i saw thy pulse's maddening play,
wild send thee pleasure's devious way,
misled by fancy's meteor-ray,
by passion driven;
but yet the light that led astray
was light from heaven.
“i taught thy manners-painting strains,
the loves, the ways of simple swains,
till now, o'er all my wide domains
thy fame extends;
and some, the pride of coila's plains,
be thy friends.
“thou canst not learn, nor i can show,
to paint with thomson's landscape glow;
or wake the bosom-melting throe,
with shenstone's art;
or pour, with gray, the moving flow
warm on the heart.
“yet, all beneath th' unrivall'd rose,
t e lowly daisy sweetly blows;
tho' large the forest's monarch throws
his army shade,
yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,
adown the glade.
“then never murmur nor repine;
strive in thy humble sphere to shine;
and trust me, not potosi's mine,
nor king's regard,
can give a bliss o'ermatching thine,
a rustic bard.
“to give my counsels all in one,
thy tuneful flame still careful fan:
preserve the dignity of man,
with soul erect;
and trust the universal plan
will all protect.
“and wear thou this”—she solemn said,
and bound the holly round my head:
the polish'd leaves and berries red
did rustling play;
and, like a passing thought, she fled
in light away.
[to mrs. stewart of stair, burns presented a manuscript copy of
the vision. that copy embraces about twenty stanzas at the end of
duan first, which he cancelled when he came to print the price in
his kilmarnock volume. seven of these he restored in printing his
second edition, as noted on p. 174. the following are the verses
which he left unpublished.]
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns suppressed stanzas of “the vision” suppressed stanza's of “the vision”
after 18th stanza of the text (at “his native land”):—
with secret throes i marked that earth,
that cottage, witness of my birth;
and near i saw, bold issuing forth
in youthful pride,
a lindsay race of noble worth,
famed far and wide.
where, hid behind a spreading wood,
an ancient pict-built mansion stood,
i spied, among an angel brood,
a female pair;
sweet shone their high maternal blood,
and father's air.
an ancient tower to memory brought
how dettingen's bold hero fought;
still, far from sinking into nought,
it owns a lord
who far in western climates fought,
with trusty sword.
among the rest i well could spy
one gallant, graceful, martial boy,
the soldier sparkled in his eye,
a diamond water.
i blest that noble badge with joy,
that owned me frater.
after 20th stanza of the text (at “dispensing good”):—
near by arose a mansion fine
the seat of many a muse divine;
not rustic muses such as mine,
with holly crown'd,
but th' ancient, tuneful, laurell'd nine,
from classic ground.
i mourn'd the card that fortune dealt,
to see where bonie whitefoords dwe but other prospects made me melt,
that village near;
there nature, friendship, love, i felt,
fond-mingling, dear!
hail! nature's pang, more strong than death!
warm friendship's glow, like kindling wrath!
love, dearer than the parting breath
of dying friend!
not ev'n with life's wild devious path,
your force shall end!
the power that gave the soft alarms
in blooming whitefoord's rosy charms,
still threats the tiny, feather'd arms,
the barbed dart,
while lovely wilhelmina warms
the coldest heart.
after 21st stanza of the text (at “that, to adore”):—
where lugar leaves his moorland plaid,
where lately want was idly laid,
i marked busy, bustling trade,
in fervid flame,
beneath a patroness' aid,
of noble name.
wild, countless hills i could survey,
and countless flocks as wild as they;
but other scenes did charms display,
that better please,
where polish'd manners dwell with gray,
in rural ease.
where cessnock pours with gurgling sound;
and irwine, marking out the bound,
enamour'd of the scenes around,
slow runs his race,
a name i doubly honour'd found,
with knightly grace.
brydon's brave ward, i saw him stand,
fame humbly offering her hand,
and near, his kinsman's rustic band,
with one accord,
lamenting their late blessed land
must change its lord.
the owner of a pleasant spot,
near and sandy wilds, i last did note;
a heart too warm, a pulse too hot
at times, o'erran:
but large in ev'ry feature wrote,
appear'd the man.
the rantin' dog, the daddie o't
tune—“whare'll our guidman lie.”
o wha my babie-clouts will buy?
o wha will tent me when i cry?
wha will kiss me where i lie?
the rantin' dog, the daddie o't.
o wha will own he did the faut?
o wha will buy the groanin maut?
o wha will tell me how to ca't?
the rantin' dog, the daddie o't.
when i mount the creepie-chair,
wha will sit beside me there?
gie me rob, i'll seek nae mair,
the rantin' dog, the daddie o't.
wha will crack to me my lane?