ODE
TO
THE MEMORY OF BURNS.
Soul of the Poet! wheresoe’er,
Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume
Her wings of immortality:
Suspend thy harp in happier sphere,
And with thine influence illume
The gladness of our jubilee.
And fly like fiends from secret spell,
Discord and strife, at Burns’s name,
Exorcised by his memory;