Quote#Happiness
For him no silver cressets shed their light
Quote byJohn Stanyan Bigg · 1828–1865
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Ode to the Centenary of Burns (1858).
English (original)
For him no silver cressets shed their light, No eager joy-bells sounded through the night From city minster, or from village tower; No loud "hurrahs," sent from deep-chested men, Lifted the midnight mist from off the glen In celebration of his natal hour.
— John Stanyan Bigg
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