January 18, 2024

Cheers Robert Burns

Written by Rachel Hanretty

 

 

While France boasts many writers, not many get a special day in the country's celebration calendar. Robert Burns - the Scottish poet does! 

And it would surely be scandalous for us to let that day pass without a celebration on our part. 

Rabbie was certainly a boisterous and not very well behaved poet but we think he would appreciate the Irn Bru macaron we have created for him that you can add to your custom box (available for one week only). 

We also felt it only right to share a poem by the great poet about our fair city Edinburgh where Mademoiselle Macaron was founded. Please enjoy the bard's Address to Edinburgh! 

And don't forget to order your Irn Bru macarons!

Yours affectionately, ae fond kiss,

Mademoiselle  

 

Address to Edinburgh

 

Edina! Scotia's darling seat!

All hail thy palaces and tow'rs,

Where once beneath a Monarch's feet,

Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs!

From marking wildly-scatt'red flow'rs,

As in the banks of Ayr I stray'd,

And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours,

I shelter in thy honour'd shade.

 

Here Wealth still swells the golden tide,

As busy Trade his labours plies;

There Architecture's noble pride

Bids elegance and splendour rise:

Here Justice, from her native skies,

High wields her balance and her rod;

There Learning, with his eagle eyes,

Seeks Science in her coy abode.

 

Thy sons, Edina, social, kind,

With open arms the stranger hail;

Their views enlarg'd, their lib'ral mind,

Above the narrow, rural vale:

Attentive still to Sorrow's wail,

Or modest Merit's silent claim;

And never may their sources fail!

And never envy blot their name!

 

Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,

Gay as the gilded summer sky,

Sweet as the dewy, milk-white thorn,

Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy!

Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,

Heav'n's beauties on my fancy shine;

I see the Sire of Love on high,

And own His work indeed divine!

 

There, watching high the least alarms,

Thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar;

Like some bold vet'ran, grey in arms, 

And mark'd with many a seamy scar:

The pond'rous wall and massy bar,

Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock,

Have oft withstood assailing war,

And oft repell'd th' Invader's shock.

 

With awe-struck thought, and pitying tears,

I view that noble, stately Dome,

Where Scotia's kings of other years,

Fam'd heroes! had their royal home:

Alas, how chang'd the times to come!

Their royal name low in the dust!

Their hapless race wild-wand'ring roam!

Tho' rigid Law cries out 'twas just!

 

Wild-beats my heart to trace your steps, 

Whose ancestors, in days of yore,

Thro' hostile ranks and ruin'd gaps

Old Scotia's bloody lion bore:

Ev'n I who sing in rustic lore,

Haply my Sires have left their shed,

And fac'd grim Danger's loudest roar,

Bold - following where you fathers led!

 

Edina! Scotia's darling seat!

All hail thy palaces and tow'rs,

Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet,

Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs:

From marking wildly-scatt'red flow'rs,

As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd,

And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours,

I shelter in thy honour'd shade.


 

 

 

 

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