TO ROBERT BURNS—(1759-1796)
WHILE Southern lands are trembling in the
Of Earthquake that, with subterraneous
Of hollow thunders, humbles to the
Church, Forum, and Palace,—’neath its frozen snows,
In Arctic isle, a fierce volcano glows
Fretting for ever ‘gainst its iron bound,
Leaps suddenly aloft and flares around,
Flushing a pallid land to fiery rose.
So ‘neath our norland natures—stern and strong—
Sleep seething passions, molten ores of Love—
The themes that fire, the burning thoughts that move,
The Patriot flame, the fiery hate of Wrong;
All these, that pedant Custom would reprove,
Thy fiery soul outflings in rosy flames of Song.
H. BELLYSE BAILDON.
Baildon, H. Bellyse. “To Robert Burns—(1759-1796).” The Evergreen: A Northern Seasonal, vol. 3, Summer 1896, p. 119. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/egv3_baildon_burns/