His unmarked grave
But Burns himself would put that right.
It took one, who knows to know another,
A great Scots bard
a poet brother.
His life was short
Forestalled advance to Scottish treasure.
One slim volume did time permit,
He chose native tongue
when not the fashion,
A Scottish brogue for Scottish passion.
A shining light
a true Scots beacon,
In poets church
"A High Archdeacon."