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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.
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.
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.
’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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