Statue of Robert Burns

Henry Lawson, 1887

      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 like bonnie Doon's."