For him no silver cressets shed their light,
No eager joy-bells sounded through the night
From city minster, or from village tower;
No loud "hurrahs," sent from deep-chested men,
Lifted the midnight mist from off the glen
In celebration of his natal hour.


Ode to the Centenary of Burns (1858)

John Stanyan Bigg Quotes

For him no silver cressets shed their light, No eager joy-bells sounded through the night From city minster, or from village tower; No loud hurrahs,...

For him no silver cressets shed their light, No eager joy-bells sounded through the night From city minster, or from village tower; No loud hurrahs,...

For him no silver cressets shed their light, No eager joy-bells sounded through the night From city minster, or from village tower; No loud hurrahs,...

For him no silver cressets shed their light, No eager joy-bells sounded through the night From city minster, or from village tower; No loud hurrahs,...