| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | January 25 | | Robin Burns | | By Gerald Massey (1828–1907) |
| | (Robert Burns was born, Jan. 25, 1759.)
A HUNDRED years ago this morn, | |
| He came to walk our human way; | |
| And we would change the Crown of Thorn | |
| For healing leaves To-day. | |
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| But we can only hang our wreath | 5 |
| Upon the cold white marble’s brow; | |
| Tho’ loud we speak, or low we breathe | |
| We cannot reach him now. | |
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| He loved us all! he loved so much! | |
| His heart of love the world could hold; | 10 |
| And now the whole wide world, with such | |
| A love, would round him fold. | |
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| ’Tis long and late before it wakes | |
| So kindly,—yet a true world still; | |
| It hath a heart so large, it takes | 15 |
| A Century to fill. * * * * * | |
| And near or far, where Britons band | |
| To-day, the leal and true heart turns | |
| More fondly to the fatherland, | |
| For love of Robin Burns. | 20 | | | |
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