In Scotland, every January 25, they celebrate the birthday of their national poet, on Robbie Burns Day. A special pudding is served called Haggis which has been cooked inside a sheep's stomach. While I know I couldn't, um, stomach haggis, I might celebrate this man's life by singing a little song that many people know thanks to him, or almost know. The words sometimes escape us but we can all hum along to Auld Lang Syne. (For the lyrics and meanings of some the old Scottish words, see here.)
So why celebrate his day? Burns wrote even an epitaph to explain why we should recall the bard:
A Bard's Epitaph
1786
Type: 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.
This poet of many words left quite the collection behind. Many of which I was pleased to have recognized. To learn more about the bard of Scotland, click over to this ode of a website.