My Heritage

“My heritage!” It is to live within

The marts of Pleasure and of Gain, yet be

No willing worshiper at either shrine;

To think, and speak, and act, not for my pleasure,

But others’. The veriest slave of time

And circumstances. Fortune’s toy!

To hear of fraud, injustice, and oppression,

And feel who is the unshielded victim.

Cold friends and causeless foes!

Proud thoughts that rise to fall.

Bright stars that set in seas of blood;

Affections, which are passions, lava-like

Destroying what they rest upon. Love’s

Fond and fervid tide preparing icebergs

That fragile bark, this loving human heart.

O’ermastering Pride!

Ruler of the Soul!

Life, with all its changes, cannot bow ye.

Soul-subduing Poverty!

That lays his iron, cold grasp upon the high

Free spirit: strength, sorrow-born, that bends

But breaks not in his clasp-all, all

These are “my heritage!”

And mine to know a reckless human love, all passion and intensity, and see a mist come o’er the scene, a dimness steal o’er the soul!

Mine to dream of joy and wake to wretchedness!

Mine to stand on the brink of life

One little moment where the fresh’ning breeze

Steals o’er the languid lip and brow, telling

Of forest leaf, and ocean wave, and happy

Homes, and cheerful toil; and bringing gently

To this wearied heart its long-forgotten

Dreams of gladness.

But turning the fevered cheek to meet the soft kiss of the winds, my eyes look to the sky, where I send up my soul in thanks. The sky is clouded-no stars-no music -the heavens are hushed.

My poor soul comes back to me, weary and disappointed.

The very breath of heaven, that comes to all, comes not to me.

Bound in iron gyves of unremitting toil, my vital air is wretchedness-what need I any other?

“My heritage!” The shrouded eye, the trampled leaf, wind-driven and soiled with dust-these tell the tale.

Mine to watch

The glorious light of intellect

Burn dimly, and expire; and mark the soul,

Though born in Heaven, pause in its high career,

Wave in its course, and fall to grovel in

The darkness of earth’s contamination, till

Even Death shall scorn to give a thing

o low his welcome greeting!

Who would be that pale,

Blue mist, that hangs so low in air, like Hope

That has abandoned earth, yet reacheth

Not the stars in their proud homes?

A dying eagle, striving to reach the sun?

A little child talking to the gay clouds as they flaunt past in their purple and crimson robes?

A timid little flower singing to the grand old trees?

Foolish waves, leaping up and trying to kiss the moon?

A little bird mocking the stars?

Yet this is what men call Genius.

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• Nature’s Law: A Poem by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Highland Lassie, O by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Heart’s In The Highlands by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Motto prefixed to the Author’s first Publication by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Masonic Song—Ye Sons of Old Killie by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Mary Morison by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lord Gregory: A Ballad by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines written on a Bank-note by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to Mr. John Kennedy by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to John Syme, Esq., with a dozen of Porter by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to John M’Murdo of Drumlanrig by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to an Old Sweetheart by Robert Burns by Robert Burns
• Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper by Robert Burns by Robert Burns

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