NEAR the gate of the churchyard surrounding the ruin, and in which
“The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep,”
is the grave of Burns’s father. It is marked by a plain monumental stone, erected at the cost of the poet, and inscribed with a tender and touching epitaph, the effusion of his nicely-discriminating pen, and deeply imbued with filial affection and regard. It is as follows:-
“O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with pious revence, and attend!
Here lie the loving husband’s dear remains,
The tender father, and the generous friend.
The pitying heart that felt for human woe;
The dauntless heart that feared no human pride;
The friend of man, to vice alone a foe;
‘For even his failings leaned to virtue’s side.’ ”