Burne

One highlands travailed when their son was born.

0/7i/ was the welcome to the lad no wild:

öhrice-charged with passion, brother to the storm,

ohe prince of singers, tender as a child.

foaming wiïh life from the eternal hills

torrent marked with auiet pools is he;

tfl man, a comrade, one whose presence fills

'Уhe soul with courage and with harmony.

Уlie lash of priest-craft was the threat of hell:

He turned the stroketheir own hearts felt the thong

Шо sat in judgment, frowning as he fell.

best loved soul that ever sung a song, He tuned the heart-strings of a canny race snowed1 the glory in the lowly place.

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Sreat to aclv'eve and greater to endure, tPs his rude sires broke the stubborn soil, He vanquished miseries with purpose sure tfind hardy spirit bor n of steady toil. &he faith serene that pointed to Ihe goal, Síhe glory of the vision in his heartöhese were me stay and coinfort of his soul; <yhe inspiration of creating tfirt. One message of his life comes as a call ßorne from the tflngelus to those who wait: "Ghildren of earth! who suffer and who fall, .Jvift up your heads, nor fear to meet your fate." "though heavy day give place to creeping night, Rejoice'at even-tide it shall be light.'

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