Statue Of Robert Burns

To a town in Southern land Light of purse I come and lone; And I pause awhile, and stand By a pedestal of stone; And I bend my head and bow While my heart to Scotland turns, For I know I’m standing now ‘Neath the form of Robbie Burns. Round the corners of the lips Lines of laughter seem to run; From the merry eye there slips Just a twinkle as of fun. Living in the sculptor’s art, Set in stone, mine eye discerns All the beauty, and a part Of the soul, of Robert Burns. One of Caledonia’s sons, Coming lonely to the land. Well might think he’d met a friend Who would take him by the hand, And the tears spring to his eyes, While his heart for friendship yearns; And from out that heart he cries, Heaven bless ye, Bobbie Burns. Unto me, as unto you, Has a hard world done ill turns; And the sorrows that you knew I am learning Bobbie Burns. But I’ll keep my heart above Until, after many moons, I return to friends I love, And to banks line bonnie Doon’s.