trinkie
21-Jan-08, 19:06
SONNET to the 25th "JANUAR"
By R.S.
c. 1950
Again the 25th of "Januar"
Is here, round which the dearest mem’ries throng.
This day was born old Scotia’s king of song,
Her greatest genius, honour’d near and far,
That through the ages shines her brightest star,
The champion of the poor be book’d no wrong,
In sturdy independence, firm and strong,
Against oppression waged relentless war,
But sang as no man ever sang before,
Or even man may hope to sing again.
His heav’n taught soul to lofty issues soar,
He plumb’d the depth of misery and pain,
Whate’er the theme his fiery breath blow o’er,
Leapt from the dust and lives for evermore.
By R.S.
c. 1950
Again the 25th of "Januar"
Is here, round which the dearest mem’ries throng.
This day was born old Scotia’s king of song,
Her greatest genius, honour’d near and far,
That through the ages shines her brightest star,
The champion of the poor be book’d no wrong,
In sturdy independence, firm and strong,
Against oppression waged relentless war,
But sang as no man ever sang before,
Or even man may hope to sing again.
His heav’n taught soul to lofty issues soar,
He plumb’d the depth of misery and pain,
Whate’er the theme his fiery breath blow o’er,
Leapt from the dust and lives for evermore.