
The speaker addresses Smith as a sly, irresistible friend whose power over human hearts has repeatedly drawn him on long visits. He praises Smith’s manly character despite his small stature, then announces a burst of poetic inspiration and declares that he writes not for money, fame, quarrels, or public attention, but for pleasure. Though poverty has assigned him a russet coat and little wealth, fortune has granted him a stock of rustic wit. He considers seeking success in print, yet warns himself that greater learned poets have been forgotten and their pages ruined by moths. He therefore renounces hopes of poetic laurels and imagines singing among ploughs, lonely hills, and valleys until death leaves him obscure and forgotten. Rejecting such gloomy thoughts, he urges Smith to enjoy present health and life’s pleasures. Life seems to him an enchanted land in which pleasure makes time pass swiftly; before age arrives with weariness, infirmity, and the loss of social drinking, wandering, companionship, and women, they should seize enjoyment. Youth is depicted as a carefree time of fancy, play, roses, and small wounds whose pain quickly passes. He observes that some people gain comfort without labour, others pursue fortune steadily and retire securely, while restless people like himself wander without rules or direction and may reach old age poor and obscure. Yet he stops complaining about Fortune and resolves to sing under whatever light she leaves him. In prayer to the powers, he asks not for wealth, titles, honours, fine clothing, abundant food, drink, or financial riches, but for an unfailing abundance of rhymes and genuine wit. So long as he remains healthy and the Muses can bless even his scanty meals, he will face misfortune as best he can and rhyme away rather than surrender to sorrow, care, or prose. He mocks solemn, rule-bound people whose calm hearts and lives seem motionless, contrasting their grave, unmusical dullness with the lively disorder of “hairum-scairum” youths. Acknowledging that such serious people may look upward and know the proper road, he declines to follow them. He ends by telling Jamie that he will stop his song, content to have Smith as his companion wherever he goes.
By Robert Burns · First published 1786 · Genre: Epistolary Poetry, Scottish Dialect Poetry, Satirical Poetry · 1,724 words
Friendship, mysterious cement of the soul! / Sweet'ner of Life, and solder of Society! / I owe thee much-Blair.
Dear Smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief, / That e'er attempted stealth or rief! / Ye surely hae some warlock-brief / Owre human hearts; / For ne'er a bosom yet was prief / Against your arts.
Scottish vernacular poetry · verse epistle · friendship · companionship · conviviality · pleasure-seeking · carpe diem · youth and aging · mortality · poetic inspiration · writing for pleasure · rustic wit
Epistle to James Smith is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1786 CE.
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