An offering at the shrine of power
Our hands shall never bring;
A garland on the car of pomp
Our hands shall never fling;
Applauding in the conqueror’s path
Our voices ne’er shall be;
But we have hearts to honor those
Who bade the world go free!
Praise to the good, the pure, the great,
Who made us what we are,—
Who lit the flame which yet shall glow
With radiance brighter far!
Glory to them in coming time,
And through eternity,
Who burst the captive’s galling chain,
And bade the world go free!
Nicoll, Robert, was born Jan. 7, 1814, at Auchtergaven, Perthshire. At the age of 13 he began to write verse. In 1835 he opened a circulating library in Dundee, and in the following year he became the editor of the Leeds Times. This he retained for a short time only. Broken in health through taxing his strength too much, he died in 1837, He was a successful writer, and is often referred to as "a second Burns." His Poems and Lyrics were published in 1835; 2nd ed., with numerous additions and Memoir, 1842; 3rd ed. 1852.
From these Poems the following pieces are taken:—
1. An offering to the shrine of power. The Reformers.
2. I may not scorn the meanest thing. Humility. This and No. 1 date 1835.
3. Lord, from Thy blessed throne,… Go to person page >