Classic Poem

The burnie wynds to the river,
The river floods to the sea:
I go the way I 'm fated
To where the void meets me.

By hawthorn banks the burnie
Lilts by with little care,
By mighty ways the river
Bears ships and men that dare.

I love the dancing burnie
With its songs of home and peace:
The simple things it tells me
Are more than wealth's increase.

But O yon shining river!
With outward bounding wave;
It tells with strange allurement
Of things the soul doth crave.