A Bard's Epitaph

Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
Let him draw near;
And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
And drap a tear.

Is there a bard of rustic song,
Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,
That weekly this area throng,
O, pass not by!
But, with a frater-feeling strong,
Here, heave a sigh.

Is there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
Wild as the wave,
Here pause-and, thro' the starting tear,
Survey this grave.

The poor inhabitant below
Was quick to learn the wise to know,
And keenly felt the friendly glow,
And softer flame;
But thoughtless follies laid him low,
And stain'd his name!

Reader, attend! whether thy soul
Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit:
Know, prudent, cautious, self-control
Is wisdom's root.

by Robert Burns

Comments (8)

...prudent, cautious, self-control. Good and positive vocabularies. Nice poem! A well conveyed message. Sylva-Onyema Uba.
It is interesting to note that all through the centuries of recorded writing, stopping to contemplate graves where men lay whose lives have run their course seems to provoke thoughts of prudence and caution. Why not observe the end of all mankind and rather counsel us to *... run life's mad career, Wild as the wave...* Forget prudent and cautious living. Run wild in the breeze and the sun, soak up every minute of life, be kind and helpful to all you can, but live, man, live! ! !
Indeed, the prudent, cautious self control is wisdom's root. Thanks for sharing it here.
Self-control. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
poem about someone who was loved and hated by his own people, he was just a human being.
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